“Lonely creatures, what makes so us different from the stories we tell in the dark?” I love Grace and her weird, lonely, ugly, glimmering, love you so much it hurts, found family. Grace and her expectations, familiar and choking. Grace and her wife, hunting monsters.  Grace and forgiveness. Grace, favored by the sun and in love with the stars. Grace learning to ask questions, Grace learning that The Best and happiness are not antonyms. Grace and her loneliness, never alone though. Lonely monsters, finding each other, holding on tight. My only complaint is that I wanted to spend more time in Grace’s orbit.