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.”

Maybe the price Monkey tried to pay wasn’t high enough. Maybe the empty white sky wanted more than just pretty shells.

“Price,” Helms said, “my mom was a Baptist and my dad was a Bastard. Neither would want me anywhere near your church.”

That’s a good rule: if you come up with a really great idea, you should do it, even if you’re scared, or it might go wrong, because you never know when you’ll get another really great idea. (It could be never!)

take your chances when you get them, not when you’re sure it’s safe to take them.

Mari looks at the ceiling, the side of a train car with graffiti still on it. Mork Was Here, it says. She doubts he is anymore.