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Milan Sime Martinic
“What is written in the stars? And what do God and the Devil know of me?”
-Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

Milan Sime Martinic
“It is the nature of males to seek power, and it is the test of a man's will to prove himself. Because of this, we want authority, we want to go further than the moment, we want to be great and to own great moments, even as young boys.”
-Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

Milan Sime Martinic
“People were leaping off La Bestia and running as if chased by demons spilling from hell. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Melquis and Edith jump together; I could tell Solyapa was still in front of me. I let go more out of reflex than plan, and regretted it that instant, thinking that perhaps I should have helped Solyapa first. No matter, I was surprised by the jerky scrape of dirt against my flesh as it tugged and wrestled against me as I kept moving forward despite being on the ground. The dirt itself was surprisingly hot; there was red in my eyes, nothing was clear; I felt a pain over the front of my head and my right eye was throbbing.”
-Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

Milan Sime Martinic
“The next words were a revelation that God had made the world not for me.
It was a revelation that rung in my ears and nearly flayed me. I looked at my bandaged hand and thanked the heavens or the devil for my luck. I tried to swallow but my tongue was thick and dry.

I could feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs.

Then, I was alone in the universe.”
-Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

“It is not too late... there is time still."
I am dying.
There are tears in my eyes.
Please cradle my head in your hand.
Let me look into the stars.
Are they really in the sky?
Or are they just in my mind because what is there I cannot see?
The woman tilted her head, revealing a rim of bruising around a clean-tucked hole in her head. There was blood. Dry blood.
This is more pain than a human heart can bear.
Like fistfuls of fear, cries shoot from my eyes.
There are tears running down my face.
It is a salty, bitter taste.
My wounds need care.
I look up to my mom, but can think of nothing to say.
I am dying.
I need you.
Embrace me.
I am dying...
"Shhhh...”
Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

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