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“What if I don’t have a clue what I want to do?” I ask.
“It takes time, I think. Follow your interests. Develop your strengths. Stay open to trying new things.” She hesitates, then adds, “Maybe you haven’t developed a passion yet because you’ve spent your entire life doing what others wanted you to do.”
― Patron Saints of Nothing
“It takes time, I think. Follow your interests. Develop your strengths. Stay open to trying new things.” She hesitates, then adds, “Maybe you haven’t developed a passion yet because you’ve spent your entire life doing what others wanted you to do.”
― Patron Saints of Nothing
“If I'm going to burn, I might as well burn bright. This is for Jason.”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Second," Frank said, "I want to reassure you that I'm alive and well." He patted his chest as if to prove it. "My fate is no longer tied to a piece of wood, which is nice. And if you would all please forget that you saw me in my underwear, I'd appreaciate it."
That got some laughs. Who knew Frank could be funny on purpouse?”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
That got some laughs. Who knew Frank could be funny on purpouse?”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Fine,' I grumbled. 'Maybe the Arrow of Dodona can help jog my memory. At least he insults me in flowery Shakespearean language.'
I drew the arrow from my quiver. 'O prophetic missile, I need your guidance!'
There was no answer.
I wondered if the arrow had been lolled to sleep by the magic surrounding the storage container. Then I realized there was a simpler explanation. I returned the arrow to my quiver and pulled out a different one.
'You chose the wrong arrow, didn't you?' Meg guessed.
'No!' I snapped. 'You just don't understand my process. I'm going back into the sphere of silence now.'
'But -'
I marched away before Meg could finish.”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
I drew the arrow from my quiver. 'O prophetic missile, I need your guidance!'
There was no answer.
I wondered if the arrow had been lolled to sleep by the magic surrounding the storage container. Then I realized there was a simpler explanation. I returned the arrow to my quiver and pulled out a different one.
'You chose the wrong arrow, didn't you?' Meg guessed.
'No!' I snapped. 'You just don't understand my process. I'm going back into the sphere of silence now.'
'But -'
I marched away before Meg could finish.”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Below me, Meg asked, 'Do you guys smell roses?'
I wondered if she was trying to make me laugh. 'Roses? Why in the name of the twelve gods would I smell roses up here?'
Reyna said, 'All I smell is Lester's shoes. I think he stepped in something.'
'A large puddle of shame,' I muttered.”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
I wondered if she was trying to make me laugh. 'Roses? Why in the name of the twelve gods would I smell roses up here?'
Reyna said, 'All I smell is Lester's shoes. I think he stepped in something.'
'A large puddle of shame,' I muttered.”
― The Tyrant’s Tomb
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