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Be a leader for your people. Be the voice that decides who lives and who dies within your Courtyard. The day will come when a life you save will, in turn, save someone dear to you.
connected many previous images that she must have seen in prophecies,
People were always losing keys. She had scars on her toes to prove it.
The Walking Names didn’t tell the girls anything about themselves, but she had overheard some things. She was twenty-four years old.
Amnesia? Not raised there?
remembering training images of fighting, blood, and slashed bodies.
“I don’t like treadmills.” She heard panic rising in her voice. Don’t think about the compound. Don’t think about the Controller or the treadmills or anything else about that place.
Mikhos, guardian of police, firefighters, and medical personnel, was in an alcove nearest the door, which made sense with the temple being so close to a police station.
Elementals. He wouldn’t explain what they were, but a lifetime after he saw them, his hands still shook when he said the word.”
what she saw were furry barrels with chubby legs and grumpy faces.
My Controller would have paid a fortune for this, Meg thought as she studied the map. He would have killed without a second thought to get this much information about the interior of a Courtyard.
She spent a few minutes turning the dial as she tried to tune in a station that had approved music. Then it struck her. She didn’t need anyone’s permission or approval. She could try a different kind of music every day and decide for herself what she liked.
Not sure why the Others would want such a place when they can run around in more than three hundred acres.”
She laughed as if she didn’t quite know how, as if it wasn’t a familiar sound. It bothered him that laughter was an unfamiliar sound.
Every cut brings you closer to the cut that kills you, Jean had said. If you keep using the razor once you’re free of this place, then you become your own killer.
using up flesh for something insignificant was foolish.
“Except we don’t look anything alike,” Meg pointed out. Was Asia’s behavior typical of the way people responded to meeting a stranger?
😂😂😂 accidental savage
I’ve been reading for fun.”
Not for research?
She shouldn’t have that sensation so soon after a cut.
What the fuck is with the cuts?
“And the next time you swing a leg over a counter and try to put it where it doesn’t belong, you’re going back over the counter minus a leg!”
he had hired a feeb!
A what now?
Rememory. A woman locked in a box—a surprise to be delivered as a special gift. Except no one had known what was in the box, and no one had recognized the urgency of finding it when the box hadn’t been delivered as promised.
nothing more.
What more would he worry about? He has no reason to eat her
“Sweet child,” he whispered in that dry-leaves voice. “So considerate of an old man.”
I feel like she should have bowed to him
and the cage where Sam lived.
her kind
Not human?
It turned out to be the box of old movies he’d been waiting for these past few months.”
“Some females will help you make your den human clean.
The feeb
SHE'S NOT A FEEB BE NICE TO HER
“Karl? Has a shield ever shown up at that cairn in the park?”
What
Their deaths are mostly caused by self-inflicted wounds, so a provision was made in human law to allow another person to have a ‘benevolent ownership’ of such an individual.”
“What about the segment of your population that chooses suicide by Wolf?
Or by any method
since he wasn’t sure Vlad would understand—or care—about the difference between being held in such a ward and benevolent ownership.
Is there a difference though????
“An excellent choice for dining. I, too, enjoy a good red sauce,” Vlad said.
I have to go to work now.
BRING HIM WITH YOU
The Others didn’t understand the story either, but they all agreed on one thing: there wasn’t a single chick in the whole movie.
But Sam was bouncing all around her, dancing on his hind legs to sniff at the packages.
“From the sounds he was making when he called me, I’m guessing the Hawk is going to stress molt a few feathers before the day is done.”
“It’s not a leash,” a young, scratchy voice shouted. Or tried to shout. “It’s a safety line. Adventure buddies use a safety line so they can help each other.”
Namid.
their—his!—absence
?
The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.
It was better if they didn’t see Crows with little hands at the ends of their wings, pulling food apart.
“Then it’s time for you to experience the world instead of just identifying its pieces.”
“You’re acting strange. Is it that time of the month?” She shrieked. His human ears flattened in a way human ears shouldn’t, and he backed away from her.
“Why are you afraid of Nathan?” “He’s got big feet!”
The Ruthie?
Why is she the only one he calls The?
The fact that tucking up against her made him feel content had nothing to do with that decision. Nothing at all.
<I remember that smell. When Mom . . . Something in the bathroom hurt Meg, and there was that smell.>
She had found a map of the Courtyard.
Myths?
Gorgon?
