That was what magic was: greed. Magic wielders didn't wield magic; it wielded them
Justine LarbalestierHe didn't mean to corner me, but when you're as tall and wide as he is and I'm as little as I am, merely standing beside me constitutes menacement.
Justine LarbalestierI love that everyone's into sports, that no one even talks about loving it 'cause it's too obvious. It's the air we breathe.
Justine LarbalestierAll the male faces in the room turned to me as if they were flowers and I the sun.
Justine LarbalestierWould you like to press charges?" the officer asked. She was not serious. Nobody pressed charges against stars of A-stream teams, especially ones like Danders Anders who were in their final year and on the brink of superlative careers.
"I'd love to press charges," Rochelle answered. "That would be joyous."
The officer grinned. "Wouldn't it?
Wherever I go the music playing is always something I like. I never hear music I hate."
"If you never hear it, how do you know what music you don't like?" I asked, not sure if I'd made any sense. It was spinny trying to figure it out. Didn't you know what you liked in contrast to what you didn't? But if he only heard music he liked, he'd never have any contrast. Did that mean he liked everything?
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
Justine LarbalestierThe ruggers followed me all the way to the cafeteria. I felt like the Pied Piper, except that the rats probably weren't offering to share protein-rich snacks with him.
Justine LarbalestierThe job of every generation is to discover the flaws of the one that came before it. That's part of growing up, figuring out all the ways your parents and their friends are broken.
Justine LarbalestierTags: parents children human-nature intergenerational-relations
Zombies are the proletariat. Long live the workers!
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