The only physical difference between them was the colour of their eyes; Stefan's cornflower-blue, Niklas's watered gold, unnervingly blank. God and the Devil… they are just words, attempts to put shapes on the unknowable. Oh, Father, don't be so old-fashioned. I thought she wouldn't speak to you.
I warned you there would be pain. He could see the rich blue curve of the Earth and the blackness of space, scattered with stars and galaxies like tiny whorls of fire. He spoke drily, but as she looked at him, something black as night and thorn-sharp passed between them. She made to embrace him, stopped herself.
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