The Fall of Babel (The Books of Babel #4)

by Josiah Bancroft

I grow old in the company of youthful ghosts.

It was like stepping into a flock of panicked birds.

We have spent our lives scrabbling up the mountainside without the promise of a mountaintop.

rocked by the mollifying cradle of routine.

People only read what they already believe to be true, and if they encounter something that seems to disagree with their beliefs, they bend it into agreement, and if it cannot be bent, then they call it a conspiracy and cast it away!”

to

If not us then who

How dare that spoiled brat make him a murderer!

There was nothing quite so exhausting as opposing emotions in equal supply.

despite every opportunity, you have failed to grow, to develop empathy, to recognize the sacrifices others have made to help you. You have taken every gift that has ever been given to you as repayment for some imaginary debt.

The opposite of Tom

“I told you, Tom. I told you this is where we’d rendezvous—top of it all, end of the world.”