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I knelt there in the dirt without a single regret, because that corn bread was delicious.
and I’m hoping my wife is there.”
Everyone I’ve ever loved has pushed me away, in one way or another, and I ain’t keen on rehashing a lifetime of angst with the one person who might give a fig about me now.
I can almost hear Katherine lecturing me that you catch more flies with honey. Why bother catching flies in the first place when you can just smash them with a minimum of hassle?
Jackson is right. I’m a survivor, and in this world, that means doing what needs to be done.
I will forever be alone. Because that’s how a killer survives.
And that is what I think we are, Jane. Not killers. Survivors.
The only goal of this world is to stay in it as long as possible.
“They were just kind of crouched down. Almost like they were waiting for me.” He looks over my shoulder to Lily and lowers his voice.
I want to stop time, to freeze this moment forever.
How does one go on when they’ve lost their heart? By being heartless.
I swear, that girl would criticize God himself if he were to come down and grant her a few miracles.
As long as Jane can keep going, I can as well.
It seems I am a caged bird; no matter how far I fly, I inevitably find myself beating my wings against bars.
There’s only two ways this ends: with a noose around my neck, or with me hightailing it across the plains. And hemp ain’t my color.
Under my shirt my penny takes on a slight chill, but it’s gone almost before I can ponder what it might mean.
The midday heat could cause his resulting flush, but I daresay it is not. “I do, and as I am the scientist here, I think that should be enough.” “Well, obviously it ain’t if you need Jane’s help to convince folks to let you poke them,”
Her despair was almost enough to put me off my food. Almost.
If I had, maybe there’d still be a Rose Hill in Haller County, Kentucky.
“Heroes die. But survivors live to tell the story.
“Don’t stay mad at me too long. We got dead to fight, and you know how aggravation makes you sloppy.”
The dead will find a way into Nicodemus, and it’s almost like someone has purposefully invited them in.
But a world where everyone just looks out for themselves? That ain’t the kind of world I want to live in.
