Mitosis (The Reckoners, #1.5)

by Brandon Sanderson

A true Chicago dog looks like someone fired a bazooka at a vegetable stand, then scraped the remnants off the wall and slathered it on a tube of meat.

“Weaponized Cupcake,”

“We can’t stand for something if we only move in shadows,

Air. Air is really, really awesome.

“It’s okay. I’m a rhinoceros astronaut.” She was silent a moment. “Oh, sparks. You’re going delusional.” “No, no. I mean, I’m surprising. I’ll surprise him. What’s the most surprising thing you can think of? Bet it’s a rhinoceros astronaut.”

I’d been too distracted by the whole getting-strangled-then-getting-shot thing to listen closely.

This was a change from the talk of torture, murder, and other sunny topics.