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The Bill of Life states that human life may not be touched from the moment of conception until a child reaches the age of thirteen.
However, between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, a parent may choose to retroactively “abort” a child… … on the condition that the child’s life doesn’t “technically” end.
Connor’s motivation was simple: Make them suffer. Let them know for the rest of their lives what a horrible mistake they made.
the image of Pastor Dan keeps coming back to him. Pastor Dan was telling him to run. He’s sure that it must be a false memory, because he can’t believe Pastor Dan would do such a thing.
but if they open the door and find nothing but the child, it’s “finder’s keepers” in the eyes of the law. Whether they want it or not, the baby is legally theirs.
But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
Unwinds didn’t go out with a bang—they didn’t even go out with a whimper. They went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.
“What was that for?” It takes a moment for him to get his brain functioning again. “That,” he says, “is in case something happens and I don’t see you again.” “Fine,” she says, and she pulls him into another kiss—this one longer than the first.
Emby is, in fact, the central bumper on the pinball board, and every single ball in play is about to rebound off of him.
“By law, we’re required to keep you conscious through the entire procedure.” The nurse takes his hand. “You have a right to know everything that’s happening to you, every step of the way.”
Her breaking point was Vincent. He was a boy no one knew. He was a boy she met and fell in love with in the warehouse more than a month ago. He was a boy who died in midair, crammed into a crate with four other kids who choked on their own carbon dioxide.
The impact of a tranq bullet is more effective than any detonator. Blaine and the guard are instantly incinerated as the six quarts of liquid explosive coursing through Blaine’s body ignites.
She leaves him alone with the arm. His arm. An arm that bears the unmistakable tattoo of a tiger shark.
One of them is a boy by the name of Zachary, though his friends know him as Emby. He’s been living here at the ranch for some time now, waiting for this day. He has Harlan’s right lung. Today, he gives it back to Harlan.
“Let me be the first to welcome you all to the Graveyard,” he says. “Officially, my name is E. Robert Mullard.…” He smiles. “But everyone calls me Connor.”
“We have a right to our lives!” The kids go wild. “We have a right to choose what happens to our bodies!” The cheers reach fever pitch. “We deserve a world where both those things are possible—and it’s our job to help make that world.”
