Constance (Constance, #1)

by Matthew FitzSimmons

Einstein should have spent more time investigating the uneven way that time passed in December, the supermassive black hole of the Gregorian calendar.

The entire concept of human cloning had provoked a massive reaction as the culture tried to work out its complex and often conflicting range of opinions. They loved cloning and hated it. Feared it, objected to it on a variety of grounds, yet also envied it and felt left behind.

“I founded Palingenesis, but I didn’t understand what it meant to be a clone. I thought I did. I thought I empathized, but I was too in love with its potential. I couldn’t see the toll that being a clone took on our clients as anything but an acceptable trade-off. It took dying for me to see how unethical it all was.”

Gaddis would let her listen silently, but it took a billion dollars to have a voice.

“I am Mr. Gaddis’s majordomo. I speak for, look to, and protect Mr. Gaddis’s interests. Whatever those may be.” “Does that include shooting people?” Con asked. “Not so far, but this is Virginia and the day’s not over.

Love wasn’t a given, it was something that took timing and no small amount of luck.

I couldn’t tell you the last time I had one. So why do I care so much? Why is it that the more I change, the more I need everything around me to stay the same?

Most of life is lived to be forgotten. That was the way of things, cruel though it felt when it was your life that would be lost.