Now Before the Dark (Terribly Serious Darkness Book 3)

by Sam Hooker

Dandelion stared daggers at Igor. Cheese knives might have been more appropriate, given his outer layer of filth.

Don’t be nervous. The phrase exists in every language, and it doesn’t work in any of them.

She was just staring into a space that wasn’t there. But that was the point of space, wasn’t it? It was there and it wasn’t, both at the same time. It was infuriating. It wasn’t matter, it wasn’t energy, it simply wasn’t. Why, then, could he consider it at length?

Arthur fumed. He launched into another lecture about the proper way to do philosophy, all the while assuring them they’d never get it right. It must be exhausting, Sloot thought, spending all that time moving goalposts around.

“Igor will be there, too. He spends hot afternoons walking behind the horses that pull the fish carts. He positively reeks!”