Calamity (The Reckoners, #3)
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Read between June 2 - June 5, 2019
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I stared into the burning red star known as Calamity, and knew—with no uncertainty—that something inside me had changed.
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You want to fight a god? You’d better have one on your side too.
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The robots, on the other hand, acted like a bunch of youthful dreams and got thoroughly crushed.
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“You’re going to bring him down, aren’t you?” Knighthawk said. “Jonathan Phaedrus. Limelight, as they call him now. You’re going to kill Prof.” “No,” I said softly, meeting his eyes. “We’re going to do something far, far more difficult. We’re going to bring him back.”
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“If I’d given you things for free all along, I’d have gone bankrupt years ago, and you wouldn’t even have had the option of coming to try to rob me. So don’t climb up on a high horse and spit platitudes at me.”
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You couldn’t both destroy everything around you and live like a king.
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I met her eyes and shrugged. “I’m glad you’re not the same Megan. I don’t want you to be the same. My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.”
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“Now, what would y’all like to drink?” he said to Larcener. “We have lukewarm water and warm water. Both taste like salt. But on the bright side, I’ve tested both on old Abraham there, and I’m reasonably confident they won’t give ya the runs.”
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Something trembled inside me, like an ancient leviathan stirring in its slumber within a den of water and stone. The hair on my arms stood up, and my muscles tensed, as if I were straining to lift something heavy. I looked into Prof’s eyes and saw my death reflected back at me, and something within me said no.
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He rarely seemed to enjoy life. It was more that he let it pass around him, regarding it curiously, like a rock watching a river.
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“He just needed a little nudge,” I said, “to become what he always pretends to be.”
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He floated down on a glowing disc of light, dust swirling around him, goggles on his face and his dark lab coat fluttering. My breath caught. I didn’t see a monster. In my mind’s eye, I remembered a man who had come down through another roof amid falling dust. A man who had run for all he had—breaking through to face an Enforcement team, risking his life and his own sanity—to save me. It was time to return the favor.