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Here it was only nature trying to starve her, break her bones, cut and poison her. Nature was relentless but it was free of malice. Nature did not hate her.
Only no loving God, seeing her faith, had intervened to stop the killing. For the excellent reason that there was no loving God.
“Whoa. It is you,” the boy said. “I thought you were dead.” “You know what Mark Twain said? ‘Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.’”
“No offense, Sam, but you’re going off the road. Off the road! Sam! You’re going off the road!” “No, I’m not; shut up,” Sam snapped as he guided the huge truck back onto the road,
“Being king isn’t about being a sick creep,” Caine said. “People need someone in charge. People are sheep and they need a big sheepdog telling them what to do and where to go. But it doesn’t work if you start killing the sheep.”
“So,” Quinn said, letting the word hang there between them. “I got lonely,” Lana said. “I get nightmares. It helps having someone there sometimes.” “It’s not my business,” Quinn muttered. Lana stopped and faced him. “Yeah, it’s your business, Quinn. You and I . . .” She didn’t quite know how to finish that, so she just shifted to a gruffer tone and said, “But it’s no one else’s business.” They walked on quickly. “Who would I tell?” Quinn asked rhetorically. “You ought to have someone to tell,” Lana said. “I know. Sounds weird coming from me.” “A little bit.” Quinn was trying to nurture his
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Oof. Ive had this conversation tooooo many times. I wish i could say im Lana, but im definitely Quinn
“I didn’t lose my faith, Edilio: I killed it. I held it up to the light and I stared right at it and for the first time I didn’t hide behind something I’d read somewhere, or something I’d heard. I didn’t worry about what anyone would think. I didn’t worry about looking like a fool. I was all alone and I had no one to be right to. Except me. So I just looked. And when I looked . . .” She made a gesture with her fingers, like things blowing away, scattering in the wind. “There was nothing there.”
“Who gets to yank the string?” “She who ties the string pulls it,” Sam said. “But first—” BOOOOM! The containers, the sand, pieces of driftwood, bushes on the bluff all erupted in a fireball. Sam felt a blast of heat on his face. His ears rang. His eyes scrunched on sand. Debris seemed to take a long time to fall back down to earth. In the eventual silence Sam said, “I was going to say first we should all lie flat so we didn’t get blown up. But I guess that was good, too, Breeze.”
They aren’t very bright but they’ll hopefully keep people from going completely nuts until we can figure out— Sorry, I had to stop myself there. I was starting to sound like I had a plan. I don’t. If you do I’d like to hear it.
Haven’t I told you what ‘Sanjit’ means? It’s Sanskrit for ‘invincible.’” Lana actually smiled, something so rare it broke Sanjit’s heart. “I remember: you can’t be vinced.” “No one vinces me, baby.”
“Drake,” he whispered. “Yeah. Hi, there, Howard. How’s it going?” “Drake.” “Yeah, we did that already.”
“Orc, God is supposed to be forgiving, right? So probably he forgave Howard. I mean, that’s his job, right? Forgiving?”
“Get me out of this,” Caine demanded. Quinn said, “It’s not so easy. You should know: you’re the scumbag who invented cementing.” Caine let that go. He had no choice. For one thing, it was true. For another, he was helpless.
“The boy hates chicks, right? Let’s go give him a good reason to.”
“In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king,” Sanjit said. “In the dark the one guy with a candle is an easy target,” Sam countered.
“Are you okay?” “No,” she said. “Me neither,”
Astrid shook her head in disbelief. “Really. That’s the part of all this that makes you squirm: pregnancy.” “She made me touch her, you know, stomach. And she talked about her, um, her things.” He pointed at his chest and whispered, “Nipples.” “Yeah,” Astrid said dryly. “I could see where that would be devastating.”
