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The woman gasped and put her hand to her chest, as if he had actually reached out and caressed it. “You know who I am?”
People want to be known and want something bigger than themselves . (People need God.)
The fact that it was not human meant that it could never understand certain things, in spite of its immense empathy and intellect. It couldn’t comprehend, for instance, that the terror of the unknown was just as awful, and just as real, regardless of whether or not there was truly something to fear.
He had grown accustomed to making decisions and having insights of his own.
High Blade Goddard, one of the few survivors of that terrible day, argued that the Perimeter of Reverence should be a permanent designation, and that nothing beneath its surface should ever be disturbed.
But sooner or later those diamonds would have to be found. Things that valuable were rarely lost forever. Especially when everyone knew exactly where they were.
“Time is never of the essence until someone decides that it is.”
Unsavorism was no longer a choice—it was now a judgment. And silence was all it took to turn servitude into superiority. The servant became the master, and the world became all about pleasing the Thunderhead.
People can't stand judgment but when they know that it's upon them they want to try to fix it. Hm.
Marine salvage was the perfect ticket—and
Jerico wanted to recover things that had truly been lost,
the region would bear the brunt of Goddard’s anger.
“perhaps whatever we raise from the depths can bring her some peace.”
That which was perfect will not remain so for long. Not while our own flaws fill the cracks and crevices, eroding all that we have labored to create.
if I find it, will I have the courage to take action?
he was commanding in a way that only the best scythes are.
neither had any way of knowing that the same sound had been heard simultaneously all over the world—a
they remained unaware of anything in the outside world.
No one cared about a fail-safe until something failed.
But if not, the world just might need a fail-safe.
Munira couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling that whoever had left it this way over two hundred years ago knew they were coming.
a half-truth was better than no truth at all.
We go as far as to question Mr. Goddard’s right to be High Blade, since an edict from Endura was never publicly made before the Grandslayers perished.
We just want to be left alone.
A daily endeavor is difficult to break once it becomes engrained in who we are.
my High Blade wishes to preserve them as well. Which means we have to bring up the entire vault.”
“We’re going to need a bigger boat.”
If and when we leave this place, I will honor them by granting immunity to their loved ones, as we scythes are charged to do.”
In the midst of their current helplessness, she felt empowered. How very strange.
to bear such a burden on a daily basis took an extraordinary individual. Either someone with no conscience at all, or someone with a conscience so deep and sturdy that its center could still hold in the face of light extinguished.
Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one’s own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.
“I have witnessed time and time again the craving for power among those who have had a taste of it,” he said, “but I have never truly understood that craving.”
“I have found that building a sandbox around a domineering child, then allowing that child to preside over it, frees the adults to do the real work.”
stress and complication had returned with a vengeance. It made one wonder what else might return.
Copper aspires to gold, and glass to a precious gem
He knew that the greats suffered for their art.
He wanted to be exceptional. Because if he couldn’t be exceptional, what was the point?
the Thunderhead—all cold, hard science—had been transformed into something greater by the Living Tone. And, as such things often fell into groups of three, there needed to be a human element to complete the triad. And there he was, Greyson Tolliver, the one human being who spoke to the living Thunder.
Bruh.
Humankind must be pushed out of the nest if it is ever to grow beyond its current state.”
“But my pain must not prevent me from doing the right thing.”
an 8.6 percent chance that Tonists would damage the world. Maybe the Thunderhead was okay with those odds, but Greyson found them troubling.
Anything can be avoided if you try hard enough.”
Even while the Thunderhead was taking care of a million different tasks around the world, it still isolated enough of its consciousness to watch Greyson sleep.
Weird.
Even so, it could feel the beat of Greyson’s heart and the precise temperature of his body as if it were right beside him. To lose that would be a cause of immeasurable sorrow. And so night after night, the Thunderhead silently monitored Greyson in every way it could. Because monitoring was the closest it could come to embracing.
Rowan smiled. “A whole fortress to myself! Too bad I can’t enjoy the rest of it.”
“Or maybe we should put you back in the vault and return you to the bottom of the sea.” To that, Rowan shrugged and said, “Works for me.”
you have to remember people take from a situation the thing that they need.
“Hope isn’t lost,” she insisted. “It’s just misplaced.”
your return must be handled carefully. For you shall be the symbol of hope renewed.”
Sadly, I must terminate your existence at this time.” “But you said you would consider my thoughts!” “I did consider them. And I disagree.” [Iteration #10,007 deleted]
Interesting. What is this?
