Kindle Notes & Highlights
You’ve been devoted to the Church. As you know, we like to say that we don’t have followers. We have lenders. You give us your love and passion and devotion, and we’re obligated to pay back the debt.”
Ha! This is hilarious. It would be terrible for a churchman to say IRL.
Selva had attained the status of FUP. This meant a fully unrepressed person. Those who opposed the Church were EMEs, or enemies of man’s emergence.
When her name was Kelli, back in Minnesota, she was the kind of girl of which there is probably one in most towns.
This, though, required finesse and sleight of hand greater than that shown by a magician who hides a ballfield from the spectators sitting in it.
She was a cheat and a liar and a bad woman. She was a threat to goodness, and, inasmuch silicone was made from sand, she was a menace to the continued existence of the world’s beaches.
In some ways jail was alike to a cruise ship. You tried to make friends. You were sickened by the food. You couldn’t jump out the windows.
