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707 pages, Hardcover
First published February 28, 2022
“This was also something that trauma could do. It could make you blind, and it could open your eyes wider than they’d ever been, all at the same time.”


“Wait for my signal this time or you won’t be allowed to go to the party.”
“I will kill your mother.”
“Trauma does that, I thought. It’s an explosion with your heart at the center. It changes everything all at once.”
“And I was so stupid, because I thought since I loved you, that meant you loved me.”
“What we went through just now was only a taste of what’s coming, especially on the ninth floor. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. We’re going to lose more friends. We’re going to have to do some pretty horrible things just to survive. So I need you to keep that mask on. But one day... One day you’ll find yourself someplace safe and without worries and without everyone watching, and it’ll just fall right off. And it will hurt. You will cry for Firas and Gwen and Yolanda and Brandon and everybody else we’ve lost along the way, and you’ll be glad you had it on the whole time.”
“Reward: Your reward is advice. Fatherly advice. Don’t be a little bitch. There’s your reward.”
“Pony,” Miriam said. “We are not fighting Carl.”
“I have been insulted! This will not stand! Mother. Princess Donut. Both of you, stand back while I defend my honor!”
“Suck my dick, Pony,” I said, standing up and facing the goat.
Prepotente burst into tears. He jumped into the cart and wrapped his hands around Miriam, who took him into a tight hug.
“Now Carl, that wasn’t very nice,” Miriam said, her voice gentle yet scolding. “We did save your life.”
"You're not my person anymore, Carl is. He always has been."
Donut: "Carl, hurry up, you are doing the bad guy soliloquy thing. You always say to never do the soliloquy thing!"
"Not that one, Carl. Up higher. And on the other side. If I’m going to be permanently disfigured further, it might as well be on the top right. And hurry it up and get it over with. The last thing we need is more Carl and Princess Donut sexy time fan snicks floating around.”
“More?” I asked.
“You know what, I don’t want to know. Okay, I’m going to count to three."
"I imagine flying while your genitals were on fire had to slow you down somewhat."
"This apotropaic talisman looks like something a goth teenaged girl would shoplift from a Hot Topic. A girl who dreams about one day meeting a hundred-year-old predator and making him fall in love with her.
Remember, it’s not a crime if he’s handsome or rich or looks like a teenager."
"Oh my god, Carl! This is just like the plot of Footloose! They are stealing storylines now."
"I don't remember the part where the girl turns into a murderous dinosaur after her dad tells her she can't dance."
"Maybe that was in part two."
The goat's demeanor had greatly changed from the first time I've met him.
Trauma does that, I thought.
It's an explosion with your heart at the center.
It changes everything all at once.
"The moment anybody becomes a citizen, the Syndicate bends them over and fucks them.
I can’t stop you from getting fucked. But I am the condom. You guys have condoms on your world? Of course you do. Everybody has condoms.
Your ass is gonna hurt no matter what, but at least you won’t have tryptic genital mites after."
“You’re wearing a mask right now, Donut, and you don’t know how to remove it. That’s okay. You don’t need to. Not yet.
That mask is protecting you.”



