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The Night Itself
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Zoë Marriott1,248 ratings, 3.66 average rating, 200 reviews
The Night Itself Quotes
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“You’re different than I pegged you when you first turned up,” Jack was saying to the fox spirit. I thought she was trying to make peace after the way she’d snapped at him up on the cliff-roof. “You seemed like one of those guys who flies by the seat of his pants and causes trouble for fun. But now here you are, looking after us all.”
“When I first turned up, I didn’t know you,” Hikaru said dryly. “It’s easy to treat everything as an adventure if you don’t give a crap. The minute you actually start caring, it stops being fun.”
“Ooh, does that mean you like us?” Jack asked teasingly.
Hikaru cleared his throat, turning his face away. “You’re growing on me.”
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“When I first turned up, I didn’t know you,” Hikaru said dryly. “It’s easy to treat everything as an adventure if you don’t give a crap. The minute you actually start caring, it stops being fun.”
“Ooh, does that mean you like us?” Jack asked teasingly.
Hikaru cleared his throat, turning his face away. “You’re growing on me.”
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“Immediately I felt better – physically, at least. The silvery wriggles disappeared from my vision and my body seemed to firm up around me. I realized I was still draped against Shinobu like a fainting maiden and made an effort to straighten up as I remembered what I looked like right now. Heat flooded my face.
He saw, didn’t he? Shinobu saw. Everyone saw.
Why did it have to be my Hello Kitty underwear?
It seemed safer to concentrate on the humiliation than … well, anything else. Like the enormity of what I had just witnessed. The sword’s power. What it had just done to me. What it might mean for us all. There was certainly plenty of humiliation to occupy me; I was going to be embarrassed by this when I was a hundred and five. Shinobu’s gaze was aimed at me like a searchlight and I didn’t know where to look.”
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He saw, didn’t he? Shinobu saw. Everyone saw.
Why did it have to be my Hello Kitty underwear?
It seemed safer to concentrate on the humiliation than … well, anything else. Like the enormity of what I had just witnessed. The sword’s power. What it had just done to me. What it might mean for us all. There was certainly plenty of humiliation to occupy me; I was going to be embarrassed by this when I was a hundred and five. Shinobu’s gaze was aimed at me like a searchlight and I didn’t know where to look.”
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“How is your throat?” the first girl asked sweetly when I’d finished dressing. “Would you like some water?”
I gave her a confused look.
The other one added, “We thought you might be a little thirsty. You know, after all that screaming.”
They both giggled.
Most superheroes got to be cool, dammit. I wanted a refund on this whole deal.”
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I gave her a confused look.
The other one added, “We thought you might be a little thirsty. You know, after all that screaming.”
They both giggled.
Most superheroes got to be cool, dammit. I wanted a refund on this whole deal.”
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“The king dipped his head for half a second. I bowed back to him, but interpreted Shinobu’s quick warning glance to mean that I shouldn’t return bows from underlings. I’d gone up in the world. In more ways than one. Who knew that all I had to do to get respect was blow a place up with my crazy-ass sword and grow four inches in thirty seconds?
The katana’s hilt quivered under my palm, as if it was laughing.”
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The katana’s hilt quivered under my palm, as if it was laughing.”
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“You might want to close your mouth,” Hikaru whispered directly behind me.
“You might want to stop sneaking up on me before I put a bell on you,” I retorted, pressing a hand to my heart.
“Careful. He’ll get all excited,” Jack said dryly.”
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“You might want to stop sneaking up on me before I put a bell on you,” I retorted, pressing a hand to my heart.
“Careful. He’ll get all excited,” Jack said dryly.”
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“Is this how a sausage feels right before it leaps out of the frying pan and into the fire?”
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“How do you always know just the right thing to say?”
“Do I?” He looked surprised. Then he smiled his crooked, shy smile.
I blinked a few times. I was a twenty-first-century woman, and I was not going to be conquered by any random facial expression. No matter how adorable it was.
“It might be strange for you to think of it this way,” he said. “But I do know you quite well. I spent … a long time thinking about what I would say to you, if only you could hear me.”
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“Do I?” He looked surprised. Then he smiled his crooked, shy smile.
I blinked a few times. I was a twenty-first-century woman, and I was not going to be conquered by any random facial expression. No matter how adorable it was.
“It might be strange for you to think of it this way,” he said. “But I do know you quite well. I spent … a long time thinking about what I would say to you, if only you could hear me.”
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“Don’t even think about it, Mimi. You are not coming out with me if you have garlic breath.”
“But I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I could brush my teeth twice,” I offered.
“No. We don’t have time. You haven’t even finished your costume yet. We’re in and out, OK? Maybe Rachel’ll put some in the fridge for you.”
“You’re heartless.”
“Like that’s news to anyone. Stop whining.”
Rachel poked her head out of the kitchen, a baguette in her hand. She pointed it at Jack. Pointing is a Luci-family thing. Beatrice does it too, only she’s usually holding a sharp dental instrument, so it’s considerably scarier.
“Are you bullying Mio again?” Rachel demanded. The warm light from the kitchen made her pale brown skin glow, and her long, toffee-coloured hair – the same colour as Jack’s before she bleached it – gleam. Jack and Rachel’s grandmother was from Barbados, which means they both have an amazing all-year-round golden tan. Unlike me. According to the manga I read, if I lived in Japan, my naturally pale skin would be totally sexy. Shame it only counts as pasty in the UK.
“No,” Jack said.
“Yes.” I did my pitiful expression. “She won’t let me have any dinner.”
Behind trendy square glasses, Rachel narrowed her eyes at her sister. “If you’re thinking of developing an eating disorder, you’d better know right now that I will intervention your ass off, Jacqueline.” Rachel is a graduate psychology student. She likes to work that into the conversation as often as she can.
“Oh, save it,” Jack said, yawning for effect. “We’re just in a rush, that’s all. We’ve got a party to go to.”
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“But I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I could brush my teeth twice,” I offered.
“No. We don’t have time. You haven’t even finished your costume yet. We’re in and out, OK? Maybe Rachel’ll put some in the fridge for you.”
“You’re heartless.”
“Like that’s news to anyone. Stop whining.”
Rachel poked her head out of the kitchen, a baguette in her hand. She pointed it at Jack. Pointing is a Luci-family thing. Beatrice does it too, only she’s usually holding a sharp dental instrument, so it’s considerably scarier.
“Are you bullying Mio again?” Rachel demanded. The warm light from the kitchen made her pale brown skin glow, and her long, toffee-coloured hair – the same colour as Jack’s before she bleached it – gleam. Jack and Rachel’s grandmother was from Barbados, which means they both have an amazing all-year-round golden tan. Unlike me. According to the manga I read, if I lived in Japan, my naturally pale skin would be totally sexy. Shame it only counts as pasty in the UK.
“No,” Jack said.
“Yes.” I did my pitiful expression. “She won’t let me have any dinner.”
Behind trendy square glasses, Rachel narrowed her eyes at her sister. “If you’re thinking of developing an eating disorder, you’d better know right now that I will intervention your ass off, Jacqueline.” Rachel is a graduate psychology student. She likes to work that into the conversation as often as she can.
“Oh, save it,” Jack said, yawning for effect. “We’re just in a rush, that’s all. We’ve got a party to go to.”
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“Good. Light on your feet, controlled, graceful… Better than your father was at your age.”
I wrinkled my nose. I was pretty sure Winnie-the-Pooh would be better at kendo than my dad. Ojiichan saw my expression and his laughter spilled over, rich and golden and sweet”
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I wrinkled my nose. I was pretty sure Winnie-the-Pooh would be better at kendo than my dad. Ojiichan saw my expression and his laughter spilled over, rich and golden and sweet”
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“Don’t worry, Maverick. I got your back.”
“Oh my God. Jack, Top Gun quotes are not cool, OK?”
“Sez you,” Jack shot back as we reached the top of the stairs. “You’re the one who’s going out dressed as an anime character.”
“Touché.”
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“Oh my God. Jack, Top Gun quotes are not cool, OK?”
“Sez you,” Jack shot back as we reached the top of the stairs. “You’re the one who’s going out dressed as an anime character.”
“Touché.”
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“Have you ever been hit in the face? Really hit? So your head snapped back and you landed on your rear end wondering what the hell happened? You don’t actually feel it at first. The harder the blow is, the more numb you go. I mean, your face just seems to disappear, and for a minute you think your eyes are going to drop right out of their sockets because they’re the only thing that still seems to be working.
I suppose that explains why I didn’t feel the car hit me. There was no pain. Just a sort of … nudge. I flew up, and the world did a gentle roll around me, everything coming apart, lights and trees and cars scattering before my eyes like colourful pieces of broken glass.
Then I hit the ground. I landed on my front and skidded for a few feet before I came to a halt. I still couldn’t feel anything, and it was quiet. I’d say “dead quiet”, except that’s too accurate to be funny. I never realized how loud my heartbeat was until it stopped.”
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I suppose that explains why I didn’t feel the car hit me. There was no pain. Just a sort of … nudge. I flew up, and the world did a gentle roll around me, everything coming apart, lights and trees and cars scattering before my eyes like colourful pieces of broken glass.
Then I hit the ground. I landed on my front and skidded for a few feet before I came to a halt. I still couldn’t feel anything, and it was quiet. I’d say “dead quiet”, except that’s too accurate to be funny. I never realized how loud my heartbeat was until it stopped.”
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