Excerpt: Burning the Bridges

"Everyone's lonely, Flora, but some's more lonesome than most and I'd say that being different makes people more like to be lonesome. So don't you forget that each and every person on this rock and flying above it was placed here and made even and equal worth, and it don't mean nothing to be different nor special, because there's a bad side to every single thing."
I opened my mouth to speak and shut it again. "Now, I don't want you to tell me nor anyone if you're gifted or no," he said. "Some are and some aren't, and anyone you see in the street could be able to jump over buildings or step through walls like they was air and in the end of everything, little one, it don't mean a thing."