“These may be kaput,” Mrs. Santi said, patting her thighs, “but thanks to you, I’ve got these.” She made fists with her hands and raised her arms in the traditional flexing-biceps pose.
She immediately dropped her hands to the wheels of her chair and pulled forward, propelling herself toward Jim. Continue reading
Sometimes a thing isn’t good or evil in itself. The sequence is a thing like this. It becomes good or evil when you touch it. If you are good, it becomes good. If you are evil, it becomes evil. But we humans…we are both. What happens when we touch it?
Sam lay her fingers on the page where those words were written. The man who’d written them had been dead for almost a century. Continue reading
She says that I have always lived in darkness. But I’m fine with it. I don’t need the light. I don’t even necessarily want the light. I’m not doing this for me.
I’m doing this for her. Because she wants me to see the world the way she sees it. Continue reading
“You can blow it. You can chew it—”
“Whoa-whoa! What are we talking about here?”
Sunny paused. “Gum,” he said. “What did you think we were talking about?”
“Never mind. Go on.” Continue reading
The Sovereign is coming to our town.
We must have entertainments ready. We must have feats to display.
We must demonstrate the strength and wit and spectacle that she expects from her people.
We must do this all the more because we were not chosen for our merit. We were chosen by chance.
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