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Another wolf answered, farther out. A haunting sound, the very voice of the wilderness. You couldn’t help but freeze when you heard it. It was the kind of beauty that made you shit your pants.
Well, Kip, have you ever wondered why you were stuck in such a small life? Have you ever gotten the feeling, Kip, that you’re special?” Kip said nothing. Yes, and yes. “Do you know why you feel destined for something greater?” “Why?” Kip asked, quiet, hopeful. “Because you’re an arrogant little shit.”
A pretty girl being nice and only accidentally patronizing was pretty much the best Kip could hope for.
It was one thing to give up and die, it was something else to let some giggling morons murder you.
He hadn’t meant to show her this next trick, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew it would bring her real joy. And what fun is it being a genius if no one appreciates you?
“Oh, I see. When I’m flying, we’re flying, but when we’re crashing, I’m crashing.”
“When you don’t know what to do, do what’s right and do what’s in front of you. But not necessarily what’s right in front of you.”
She turned and clamped her jaw shut, blinking rapidly, as if her eyelids could scrape the horrors off her eyes.
“I was a bad child. Fortunately, I’ve come a long way since then. Now I’m a bad man.”
A softer bed doesn’t make for easier sleep when ten thousand lives rest in your shaking hands.
“How much am I paying you?” “Uh, nothing yet, Lord Prism.” “Well, double it!” Gavin ordered.
Death will come for you too, little flower.
