You can’t murder the shtriga.

I don’t know where I am.

I don’t deserve to be free.

I listened, ready to move when he moved.

I imagined the life leaving William’s eyes.

They’re cattle, I thought. Dumb, penned-in cattle.

I think I can hear them coming.

It’s only a matter of time.

No one is exempt from punishment.

I lay on the grave of my mother.