It really is all about the teeth in this series…. the teeth in Kiriona’s chest. The teeth in the roses John grew for his friends’ wedding, the teeth in Column’s eyes, the teeth lining the stoma. Teeth and love and eating. John on his knees, shoveling dirt into his mouth at the end of the world. Coronabeth, sobbing because she saw herself as a meal refused, Cam and Pal eating each other up and knawing on the bones. Harrow, on the terrace, cornered into consuming Gideon’s soul because otherwise it would have all been for nothing. Loving someone so much you eat them, you eat each other, you forcefeed yourself to them as they scream. Loving someone so much your love grows teeth. Crunch.