" I coughed and choked, and drowned on moonlight, which tastes like butter and steel and salt and mist. And then, just like that, just when I thought she was going to kill me, suck the air out of my lungs and make me a ghost too, she lifted her hand, and... faded away. "

― April Genevieve Tucholke , Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Between, #1)