Dawson Thurber

“For the second time in a day, Lindon gripped the marble and prayed. I don’t know what to do. Help me. The marble buzzed for a second, then stopped. Then buzzed again. On the third buzz, it was interrupted by a woman’s voice. “New marble, who’s this?” “This is, uh, Wei Shi Lindon? From Cradle?” “Oh yeah, Lindon! Hold on one second, let me put you in here. Cradle…Kid…I…Saved…okay, I’ve got you in. Now let’s make this quick, I’m roaming.”
― Will Wight, Bloodline

“State your desires,” Northstrider said. Yerin spoke immediately. “Infinite wishes.” The gathered Monarchs looked to one another. Northstrider grunted. “Obviously we can’t—” “I wish to win the next tournament.” “That violates the entire spirit of the competition.” “Immortality.” “You don’t need any more increases to your lifespan.” “The ability to grant my own wishes.” “That’s advancement, and it’s what we’re offering you.” Northstrider’s eyes narrowed. “Where are you getting these ideas?” Yerin pulled out a scroll, which unfurled all the way to the ground. “Lindon wrote it. I remember ‘em all, but he thought you might want to read them. Next, I’m supposed to ask for ‘points.’” Northstrider incinerated the list.”
― Will Wight, Bloodline