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Some men want to believe their kingship will make them stronger, more invulnerable to life’s sorrows so that hurts do not hurt, pain is laughable. They are surprised to discover the paradox of strength—only the truly vulnerable possess the ability to love powerfully.

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Brilliant writing.

Things happen in a cornfield. Life begins again. Farmers know this. But you have to love the corn for the magic to work. All your love, no holding back.

Most men would prefer their kingship emerge after becoming a millionaire or radiate magically from their skin while riding a parade float. Fuck the parade. Only in our darkest moments can true majesty blaze.

I find Vin's discussion of his love for Mai very refreshing. It's not a "forever & eternity" type of love, but rather genuine declaration of his feelings. Seize the day, or in this case seize the weekend.

To say that I am emotionally compromised is an understatement. I don't know if I'll ever find a way to write a review, but percolating.

You surrender to grief and failure and inevitable death. With whatever time remains, you play.

I never promised curiosity would be an easy mantle to bear. It’s a friendly enough word, sounding like a painted merry-go-round of blinking, colored lights with horses on shining poles.

--Curiosity is crack. There's no cure, you just keep searching. Just one more answer. One more.

Only in our darkest moments can true majesty blaze.

He says, “I would expect a mechanic to take better care of his truck.”

“Oh, c’mon. Have you ever heard an engine purr like this one? Seriously. Listen. That purring is the sound of machine sex.”

---Yes, yes... YES! So true. A gorgeous car with a crap engine is so sad, disappointing.

Compassion where there is no cause for kindness defines the Found Ones.

Being seen for who you truly are is not always pleasant, even the good stuff. Many men find anger easier than vulnerability.

--I'm editing "men" to people, and it is absolutely true.

Fear, always the eyeless scarecrow, hugs our unique weaknesses with straw arms, poking us in surprising places, making it difficult to breathe.

--I forgot the uniqueness of Vin. I distrusted my memory, but he's as OTT as ever. Why is there always pain in growing?

People associate cornfields with either Field of Dreams or Children of the Corn. That’s a pretty fair dichotomy: Found Kings’ interpretation, Lost Kings’ interpretation.

--Let the ride begin.

A full quarter of the book spent running through corn fields. I want to strangle someone!! And then he does the butterfly tree...

A full quarter of the book spent running through corn fields. I want to strangle someone!!

omg that epilogue!

Enjoy this break, my farmer friend, because the easy part of Saturday is over.
The real show’s about to begin.

I love how Mai challenges Vin all the time. But there's always Plan B :)

"... and what the fuck do you do when you hate the life you love? Or love the life you hate? Very confusing."

“Door Number Two. For the next hour and a half, we sit here in the truck and I teach you to knit a scarf.”

Mai laughs when he hears this. “Totally calling your bluff this time. Let’s knit, you motherfucker.”

lol I'm liking Mai more and more :)

“Was that a clue? Are you giving me clues this weekend?”

“Yes, all weekend I will provide real clues. I will also lie to your face.”

He grimaces. “Well, fuck.”

Yep.