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411 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 19, 2017
“Alistair’s survived a lot. It makes you hard."
Or you get brittle. Too many cracks, patches hastily slapped on. Alistair had a lot of cracks. Matheus didn’t know if Alistair had enough mortar to fix them all.
“Haven’t you ever met someone who stuck in your mind? Someone you couldn’t shake loose? Someone who glowed so brightly, you thought you’d never miss the sun again?”
["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“You keep shouting at me. It’s not an especially effective form of communication.”
“And threats are?”
“Usually,” said Quin. “You seem oddly immune.”
“It’s a gift,” said Matheus.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“It’s a defense mechanism.”
“Against what, exactly?” Quin asked. He plucked a stray thread off Matheus’s shoulder, then smoothed away the slight wrinkle he’d created.
Matheus shrugged. “The universe and its varied and multiple insanities.”
“Does it work?”
“Well,” said Matheus. “I could have sublimated my rage, hopelessness, and confusion into great works of art, but instead it’s sarcasm and mockery.”
"How about instead of leaving, you get back into bed, and I’ll fuck you until you forget everything you ever knew about yourself, and you’re reborn, like a phoenix."
"We should probably take away the sword. Let’s wait until she maims someone. Having the loyalty of a person that batshit crazy really helps win over the undecided."