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Had I lived a life well watered with affection, I might not have withered under his arid stare… Our atoms must’ve been polarized like repulsing magnets, because for every step he took toward me, I involuntarily took one toward the door. As much high culture as a prison weight room, that museum.

she had grown up by a lake where her father had taught her to float by keeping his hand beneath her arched spine so she knew she wouldn't sink, that he would be there, until one day she lay on the calm surface, her back parabolic, her arms crucified on the water, her brown hair sieving algae, and she flitted her father a look and he raised his hands as it her glance was a loaded gun, and for a second she floundered

“Danilo, a contract soldier, body built like a sack of flour and brain wired like a bargain firecracker,…”

I remember loving this book when I first read it. Now I am remembering all over again why. It is simply astounding.