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266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 30, 2020
"[He] had read somewhere that 4% of the population (in the US…or was it worldwide?) were sociopaths. That 1% were psychopaths. He wasn’t clear on the difference, but it was food for thought. It wasn’t an anomaly, he thought. It was a trend.
"In the past, human beings had relied on close groups to ensure their survival against the rigors of nature. Of nature’s harsh elements, of nature’s predatory -- or at least, competitive -- animals. Nature had required that humans bond together, create tribes, societies, cities and nations (and of course, the resultant aberrations of religions and political parties).
"But…wasn’t humanity beyond all that now? Survival was more assured, taken for granted. And hence: the evolution of a superior human. No longer inhibited by the bond to a tribe. A human freed of fearful loyalties, except the loyalty to oneself. To one’s own needs and urges."
"[He] came to a glass-walled office in which Evelyn was housed behind her desk like a museum specimen representing her species."
"Vietnam was full to the brim with beautiful women -- who knew better than Chen, who made his livelihood off that beauty in all its hunger and desperation? -- but this woman’s beauty was transcendent in a way that was hard to put a finger on. She emanated a deep, unarticulated misery that spoke of classical drama, beyond the scope of one person’s paltry life; a misery of the whole of human existence, no doubt beyond her own capacity for understanding. She was a mute and uncomprehending vessel of that suffering, like a small child with terminal cancer."
"He slung her off him, grabbing hold of her tank top to do so."
"'Indeed,' the American said, his laughter dying away."
"Thanh asked about their father, deciding to change the subject."
"Trenor couldn’t help but chuckle, finding it funny that here they were both amused now over the subject of Quan’s father’s demise."
"The madam’s laughter died away quickly, her expression darkening, but she knew better than to give in to her anger with this man."
"The bloody garment tore away in his hands, leaving her thudding onto her back."
"He didn’t return the eye patch to his head, stuffing it into the pocket of his jacket."
"He nodded at Quan’s wallet, which he was just returning to a pocket in his fatigues."
"Closer now, entering into another thrown pool of light."
"Her eyes remained staring from her mask of blood, however."