Carrier Wave

by Robert Brockway

Never accept a story for what it first appears to be. Stories are dangerous things, and they can trick you so bad that you don’t know who you are anymore.”

If there was one thing Bloom could never understand, it was people who didn’t ask questions.

feeling like a million bucks. Or maybe a billion. I don’t know, whatever inflation says feels awesome.

Haruk, The Order. Herote, The Merry. Hoa, The Rage. Himna, The Slumbering. The prominent whistle at the heart of the signal was all of them, and none of them. It was the Herald, spreading their word in advance of their arrival.

They rehash the same points in different words like that’s the problem – if only they could find the right synonym, then everybody would suddenly agree with each other.

Sometimes when the whole world was coming apart at the seams, complaining about the heat with a neighbor was about the best thing a body could do.

It’s amazing how you forget, every single time, that water is the best thing in the world.

Was there a word for being so proud of someone else that you wind up hating yourself in equal measure? Bet the Germans had one.

Better to prepare for weakness than hope for strength:

“Don’t be such a… pedant.” Lucas tilts his head. “Means like a… detail-oriented jerkface,”