Chapter 16

He never imagined human beings were doing the watching. He envisioned mythical creatures. Fairies, gnomes, elves, and high kings and queens were in attendance. They were there to see him and only him, and he would give them everything he had.

There were gods out there, in the blackness, and they were the only ones who ever judged him to be worthy and true. For that, he would give them his soul in pieces and parts: one for every turn, one for every jump, and ten for every chorus of applause. He’d parcel himself out until there was nothing left. Until the final curtain fell, and he could only bow, spent and weary and perfect in their eyes.

In these moments, Bryn was more than alive. He was whole.