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We now play a permanent game of I-am-crazier-and-scarier-than-you.
the term “angel of mercy” is an oxymoron.
the truth is that we’re all just stumbling around in the dark. Sometimes we hit something terrible.
“Sometimes, as we’re stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good.”
“A girl’s gotta improvise as the situation changes.”
I’ve heard plenty of wacky things in my time and you just have to learn to roll with them without directly challenging the person spewing the weirdness. Challenging weirdness is a pointless and sometimes dangerous exercise.
“You are nothing but a bird with an attitude. Okay, so you have a few muscles, I’ll grant you that. But you know, a bird is nothing but a barely evolved lizard. That’s what you are.”
“My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy.
When you’re small enough to have to look up at everyone around you, there’s no such thing as a dirty fight.
“Death and destruction are so passé.”
In a world where instincts matter more than ever, there’s something very wrong about not being able to directly detect the person that these women know him to be.
