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489 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 8, 2025
“what luck to know you are lucky.”
“to hell with a god who could or would or should prevent that kind of thing—what about the universe itself? what use were the laws of physics and the goddamn theorems that held the stars together and kept them spinning if they couldn’t prevent this horror? what universe could at once sprinkle the night sky with a billion billion stars and allow this?”
Sitting next to Sister Marla was a fencer called Incident, the only one in the room who wore her weapons at all times. Every other fencer in the room had, in the early days of their career, chosen weapons that fit their fighting style and build - all of them laced with iron and crafted perfectly for their individual style and strengths - hanging in a locker in the Shop proper. Only Incident carried hers year-round [...]".
Around the rest of the world, Oddry Mulligan was a curmudgeonly genius, prickly in interviews and government depositions, erratic and odd in workplace encounters. With Winnie, he was a laughing, happy man, as though the layers of cynicism and cantankerousness were clothes he put on to face the world, the equivalent of a business suit bought for an important meeting. But with Winnie - and with other children he ended up being around - Oddry's public persona fell away and what remained was someone kind, someone happy, someone joyous.