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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 20, 2016
She was quoting from the Utterances. The full verse was: Shuttles can be shot down, and you won’t always know who to blow up afterwards.
Reaching down the weapons platforms was like putting one finger on top of an ant. When he did it for the first time, he could almost feel the tiny crunch. Sensory feedback in the finger he didn’t have. From the exoskeleton that Manila didn’t have.
“Would you be happier if I kicked puppies? I’m complicated, okay? And I like horses. Horses don’t pump sarin gas into each other’s preschools. Horses don’t use hunger as a weapon. Horses don’t - you have no idea what I’ve seen, Elian Palnik. And no right to judge me.”
“It changes you,” I said. “Caring for someone. Being cared for.”
This might not be the beginning of a happy story. But one way or another, it was a new beginning.