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What governs a life, if not chance? Eliza watched the glow in the little creature’s skin slowly seep away, vanish. In that moment what she had been and what she would become stretched out before her and behind her in a single long continuous line.
“There’s but the one Book of Christ,” he said softly. He raised a bleary bloodshot stare. “But there’s as many kinds of Christian as there is folk who did ever walk this earth.”
everyone leaves you, eventually. In this world, you only got yourself.
She’d lived by violence and her own wits since she was a girl and that seemed good enough to her.
She knew these people wanted a reason, any reason, to hit and keep on hitting a black kid who’d killed a white man.
Justice is just a bucket with a hole in the bottom, as my father used to say.
“That’s not in the Bible,” she said. “You mean Leviathan and Behemoth?” “They’s the ones.” “Those are God’s monsters. God made them.”
“These kids, these orphans. They’re none of them normal. It doesn’t make them monsters.”
I’d have thrown him out of his own damn window.” “What good would that have done us?” “It’d have done me good.”
Here courtesy is more important than truth. More important than being right.”
the poor girl had saved the child from abandonment and cared for him no matter how hard it got and loved him as if he were her own flesh and blood. If that wasn’t mothering then Brynt did not know what was.
Scared is just your head telling your heart to be careful. It’s not a bad thing. It’s what you do with it that matters.”
He’d had a whole lot of nothing good, and not a lot of something bad; and if you asked him either way, he’d take the something over nothing every time.
“It is he who led us to you,” he explained. “In his dreaming, he waits at the center of a kind of web, and every time a talent is used somewhere, he feels its vibrations and tries to locate it.”
Dust is the power to bring darkness into the world, she
“Everything dies, Mr. Ovid. Except God and the angels and the idea of freedom in the hearts of the pure.”
Difference, children, is not monstrous. It is nature at work.”
One cannot shut one’s eyes and trust the horror will flee. The only way to slay a monster is to confront it in its lair.
