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“I told you not to fight a field. A field is bigger than you.
I kept walking until I heard people talking quietly up ahead—and, more importantly, until I smelled bacon.
Cylia hadn’t just found us a temporary home. She’d found us a way to start hoping again.
It’s not science until somebody writes it down.
If you were any more into your reading, you would actually be inside the book.”
Dinner was exactly as advertised: filling, delicious, and hearty in that summer camp kind of way, like we were storing up calories against the possibility of never getting to eat again.
“Death is not the last great adventure. Death is the natural consequence of getting the last great adventure wrong.” –Mary Dunlavy
fire is more common, but we can’t all be Jean Grey, can we, Bobby?” “Can you please start speaking English instead of geek?” demanded Cylia.
I was suddenly aware of the tears rolling down my cheeks. I swiped them fiercely away. No. I was a Price. I was a derby girl. I wasn’t going to cry over this. I was going to kick its ass.
“Everyone, chill,” I said, and winced immediately after. “Everyone, forgive me for accidental ice puns and calm down.
“I’m not a monkey, I’m a fūri,” said Sam grumpily. “You’re a monkey, too, if you think I am. We’re both primates. I’m just a primate who can swing from trees and then go sit on airplanes.”
“I was a smart kid, and I was a hurting kid, and I was a little bit of a know-it-all.
Most employers won’t accept “spending the morning hanging out with strange women, figuring out how to perform an act of large and terrifying sorcery” as a reason for not coming to work. Maybe the world would be a better place if they did.
“Your dad’s sort of a dick, isn’t he?” asked Sam. “Yeah, he is,” said James. “I should probably defend him, but why bother? It won’t make him any less of an asshole.”
You can’t make us leave.” “I have a lot of knives,” I said. “That’s nice,” said Cylia. “You’ll never hit me.”
“Is Stephen King really writing fiction?” I asked. “Or is he just a small-town historian who somehow got filed in the wrong part of the bookstore?”
She was trying to do something good and she fucked up, which is basically the story of humanity’s time on this planet—we’re
I don’t date Covenant men. The genocide never scrubs off of them.”
she can’t tell whether I’m living or dead. Which means she’s going to get worried, and then she’s going to get angry, and then she’s going to call my mom.”
I felt like I’d just donated blood, only a hundred times worse, and with no orange juice or cookies to lighten the blow.
Having what was essentially a homework party while wrapped in a mothball-scented blanket and propped against my living heater of a boyfriend shouldn’t have been so pleasant, but it really, really was.
once you strapped a reasonably athletic woman into a pair of roller skates, she became a physics-fueled engine of death, presenting a danger to both herself and others.
“Why does this concept make more sense when it comes from someone you like?” asked James. “I already said this.” “Yeah, but she makes me bacon,” said Sam.
Who could have guessed that arguing with an unknowable force of the cosmos would be so much like arguing with a toddler who had stayed up past bedtime?
“I’m going to kill that guy. I hope you’re cool with it because every time he messes with us, it gets a little more inevitable.”
Home. There was an idea. I’d been happy there. I’d been bored there, and suddenly boredom seemed like the very pinnacle of the human condition.
can you imagine what the mice would do with that?” “Yes, and since I don’t want to celebrate the Festival of James Smith is a Wanker for the rest of my life,
all I need to do is become super heavy, knock you down, and sit on you. Then you won’t be able to hurt anybody, even if the crossroads really wants you to.”
I want to have adventures, but I want to live.”
You know what’s boring as hell? Transcription, which is why court stenographers and the people who do captions for television should be paid substantially better than they are.
“This is like the American Ninja Warrior of homework, and I hate it,” said Sam.
Everyone blinked at me, briefly united on Team Missing the Point.
No pressure or anything. It was just that if I got this wrong, we were all going to die.
I can’t live my life behind wards. I can’t be locked in some shiny cage and told that you’ll take care of me.”
Leonard and I could have been on the same side all along. In a better world. Too bad this was the world we had to live in.
“You need to watch more reality television, or my tendency to talk entirely in pop culture references when stressed isn’t going to make this easier.
the bird in the hand is going to peck the crap out of you if you don’t put it back in the bush.”
if I could use this to undermine his authority, I would. In a heartbeat. Of course, so much was contingent on me having a heartbeat when all this was over.
The rules of magic are complicated, confusing, and sometimes contradictory. Magic is basically the English language of universal constants.
Punching an ancient force of terrible magic in the face is rarely as good an idea as it seems.
“Can we pretend we’ve had this whole fight, and skip ahead to the part where you admit I’m right and we get on the stupid bike?
“Trust me. I’m a professional.” “Professional pain in my ass,” he muttered.
We’re standing five hundred years in the past. Do you understand how much trouble you’re in, young lady?” “Are you going to ground me for irresponsible time travel?” “I might!”
When it comes to liturgies and catechisms, there’s really only one faith that’s been completely available to us, offered freely and without the expectation that we’ll join in.
Elizabeth Evans, called Beth, the Kindly Priestess, who did find Us gathered in her yard, and say, Why, Look At You, You Must be Starving.
They court danger like a lover, and seem surprised when their affections are returned.
“I’ve got so much to tell the mice.”
she did the telepath equivalent of throwing her back out and wound up functionally spraining her entire mind.
All her telepathic ethics have been carefully self-taught from X-Men comics and old episodes of Babylon 5,
“I think she’s the sort of person who always winds up all right,” said Megan, a little wryly. “If the world tries to tell her she’s not, she’ll just punch it until it starts playing nice.”
