The Last Hour of Gann

by R. Lee Smith

Crying was a pointless little-girl thing to do and it hadn’t fixed one goddamn thing since it had been invented by the very first pointless little girl. Problems only got solved when you did something about them.

“How do you have a pre-diabetic condition? Isn’t every healthy person a pre-sick one?” The medico’s lips pursed slightly.

Go tell him!

“Cm’n Meoraq. Donlzzn to’m. Eezadik.”

Am i the only one HOPING that Meoraq learns to pronounce these words? Haha

She refused to quit trying to go with him, though. Which was probably why he snuck out today before dawn. Big scaly jerk.

I love her. Hahaha

He yanked her back against his chest long enough to hiss something in her ear—blah blah blah something about God blah blah you idiot—and

I laughed at this so much!

Language is not a science, Mr. Scott. It is far more abstract than most people realize, and to this I would add that the physical structure of our speech may be impossible for him to emulate.”

“But then, life is in the journey. If you cannot have an easy journey, have an interesting story.”

I know the surest way to encourage fools to follow a wicked man is to tell them not to.”