Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.
Justin CroninIt was what you did, Wolgast understood; you started to tell a story about who you were, and soon enough the lies were all you had and you became that person.
Justin CroninThe lie had worked so far, but Lacey felt its softness, like a floor of rotten boards beneath her feet.
Justin CroninIt had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.
Justin CroninThere was something about him, a kind of warm light from inside that you wanted to be near. It reminded her of those little plastic sticks that you snapped so the liquid inside made them glow.
Justin CroninOn a fading summer evening, late in the last hours of his old life, Peter Jaxon—son of Demetrius and Prudence Jaxon, First Family; descendent of Terrence Jaxon, signatory of the One Law; great-great-nephew of the one known as Auntie, Last of the First; Peter of Souls, the Man of Days and the One Who Stood—took his position on the catwalk above Main Gate, waiting to kill his brother.
Justin CroninAnd isn’t silence, in its way, a good sign? That everything is well, that the ship is still steaming safely away from shore?
Justin CroninArthur laughs at his son’s embarrassment, though he also knows that this is exactly the kind of thing he likes about her. What does anyone like? Freckles, the curve of hair where she tucks it behind an ear, the sound of her voice when she tells a joke, her great, gleaming trombone in its velvet case. O’Neil has had girlfriends before, but this, Arthur knows, is different; he is entering the web, the matrix of a thousand details that make another person real, not just an object to be wanted.
Justin CroninHe still had the young person’s predisposition to regard the world as a series of vaguely irritating problems created by people less cool and smart than he was.
Justin CroninMots clés ain-t-that-the-truth
Lacey, you don't understand." He felt weightless, benumbed. He had nothing to fight with, not even a blade. "We're totally unarmed. I've seen what he can do." "There are weapons more powerful than guns and knives," the woman replied. Her face held no fear, only a sense of purpose. "It is time for you to see it." "See what?" "What you came to find," said Lacey. "The Passage.
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