Serena

“Katia had a special ability she didn’t like to use very often.

Rush, it was called. It turned her body into a battering ram. When activated, she blasted forward, shattering everything in her path. She could only use it once a day, and when she did use it, it knocked all the wind out of her, even if she didn’t actually hit anything. As a result, I knew she abhorred the skill, despite Mordecai’s insistence that she use it as often as possible.

Also, the skill wasn’t predictable. Sometimes when she used Rush, her body flew forward five feet. Sometimes it flew forward twenty, and there didn’t seem to be any sort of rhyme or reason to the discrepancy.

In addition, the angle in which she rushed forward wasn’t always perfectly straight. Mostly her body dashed straight forward in the direction she was facing, but sometimes, every once in a while, she flew slightly off-center.

And that’s what happened this time. Katia screamed something incomprehensible, and she activated Rush. She was aiming at her former friend Eva. She missed her by inches.

Instead, she inadvertently became the first crawler on this season of Dungeon Crawler World to kill one of the top 10 and claim a bounty.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook

“A truth that was the beginning and seed of everything possible. A former curse and a present blessing.
Three simple words containing the power and potential of a multiverse.
I AM ALIVE.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“this is how bees make honey:
they suck careful nectar from open flowers
and bring their bounty back to the hive,
where they kiss it from mouth to mouth
until it runs thick and sweet.
every parent we have ever loved walked this glorious earth
gathering nectar from the flowers of their lives,
kissing it into the mouths of their children,
and now the honey is ours.”
― Laura Steven, Our Infinite Fates: A Novel