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Only they were complacent—Megan was anything but that. She was active, incredible, capable. How could she think like they did? It shook what I knew of the world—at least, what I thought I knew. The Reckoners were supposed to be different.
stayed on board and didn’t let her feelings distract her from her job.
Expensive foods. I was already getting used to eating them. Odd, how quickly that could happen.
I climbed up on the crates beside her and sat, but didn’t speak. I wanted to have the perfect thing to say, and—as usual—I couldn’t figure out what that would
We eventually reached the end of the tunnel, and I stepped into a memory.
“Your father believed the best about people,” Prof said. “You could call that foolish, but I’d never call it a fault.
You can’t be so frightened of what might happen that you are unwilling to act.”
Because sometimes, you need to help the heroes along.
“WELL,” Cody said, looking over the heap of gemstones and jewelry, “if this achieved nothing else, it at least made me rich. That’s a failure I can live with.”
“Piping is the most sublime sound y’all have ever heard,” Cody explained, gesturing widely as we walked down the corridor toward the hideout. “A sonorous mix of power, frailty, and wonder.” “It sounds like dying cats being stuffed into a blender,”
Seeing her smile made me feel like I’d done something grand.
wasn’t worried about my head. My heart, on the other hand, was another matter. A wave of shock ran through me. Had she really just said that?
He was right. I was letting myself get distracted, like a rabbit doing math problems instead of looking for foxes.
don’t know. Improvise!”
often dreamed of doing incredible things. I’d imagined what it would be like to work with the Reckoners, to fight the Epics, to actually do things instead of sitting around thinking about them. With that shot, I finally got my chance.
If I moped and grieved, I’d die. I needed something to replace those emotions, something strong.
Sometimes doing things we used to do reminds us of who we used to be, and not always in good ways.”
none of those losses had affected me this profoundly since my father’s death. I guess it was a good thing—it meant I was learning to care again.
He walked over to me and knelt on one knee. “Live, David,” he said softly. “Live your life.” “I’m doing that,” I grumbled. “No. You are letting Steelheart live your life for you. He controls it, each step of the way. Live your own life.”
truth is not a downer,” Abraham said in his lightly accented voice. “The lies that you pretend to accept are the true downer.”
“Durkon’s Paradox,
men in this world, Epics included, would pass from time. I might be a worm to him, but he was a worm himself in the grand scheme of the universe.
