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Saint smiled and shook her head.
"shook her head" means no. Nodding means yes.
Patch knew dreams were experience and anticipation, the trace of memories and proportioned acts.
because young kids think just like this!
“I’m standing on a north shore, pink beneath my feet because nor’easters strip rhyolite so pretty I can’t even bear it. Maybe it’ll preserve me or something. Forty-two miles down with the crystals. Mummified in pink. I hope to hell I keep my looks.”
Grace must be an older, highly educated person to have such knowledge and vocabulary.
But if learning is built on trial and error there can be no mistakes, only rungs on a ladder to someplace better.”
Misty is sometimes dumb, sometimes philosophical. The writing is just weird.
They stopped and turned, five of them like an ordered army in their letter jackets, their general leading them back toward Patch.
ah yes, the classic cliche of school bullys wearing letter jackets
That night Rosewood Avenue glowed with flames as smoke rose from the yard of the old Macauley house. Patch sat on what was left of the porch and watched the timbers he had stripped charr and soot.
I guess you can just burn down a house in town in this universe with no consequences?
