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This book really is about life. Not in a loud way but everyday life

There is an entire missing person and there is zero urgency to find her.

Greece

Three out in one go is wild

He’s about to strike.

The slasher goodbye is inevitable.
The human goodbye is chosen, and it costs both of them.

He knows what’s coming.
She knows what’s coming.
They say “I love you” anyway.

That’s not horror.
That’s grief.

It was maybe the most real we'd ever talked.
"I love you, Tolly Driver," Amber said, and I was glad it was dark. I was glad she couldn't see my face…
"Chirpie," she said as goodbye, and, two, maybe three seconds after she faded into the night, into the rest of her life, I said it back, that I loved her too. And then I went on about how she was my best friend… how she was the best thing to ever happen to me…

“ surprise. Slashers aren’t just dangerous with blades and darkness. We can also weaponize the least social interaction.”

Teenage slasher!

We’re five laws in and Greene still hasn’t discovered integrity

The lawnmowers love me, the weedwackers are my friends, but it's the chainsaws that really know my touch.

Cartoon princesses have little birds that flit around them every morning, and whistle sweet nothings to greet the new day?

Imagine what a slasher must wake to.

“He was calling me a wimp.
He wasn’t wrong.
Just, I was a wimp with a bodycount.
And I was just getting started.”

Slashers and cats, we both have perfect balance.

fear as a foundation of power, this book is a paradox with fancy words

Slashers are jacks of any and all trades, when it comes to getting some killing done.

“I would get better with the hiding and seeking, of course. Like killer good.”

Damn. Not him not wanting to feel human

Carrera might as well be a demon

“I tumbled into it, thankful, hoping that the ghosts of the unavenged dead might pass me in the dark darkness unseeing.”

A man down is not a man dead

Martians!

Songspire

ORGANIC NANOTECHNOLOGY!?

"I think she was pleased when I enlisted,' I said slowly. 'When I came home in the uniform, she had a tea ceremony for me. Invited everyone on the block. I guess she was proud of me. And the money must have helped. There were three of us to feed - me and two younger sisters. She did what she could after my father left, but we were always broke. When I finished basic, it must have tripled our income.…”

Yeah, the Envoys. They push you to the wall, they unpick your psyche in virtual and they rebuild you with a whole lot of conditioned shit that in your saner moments you’d probably rather not have. But most of us are still real- world human. Growing up for real gives you a base flexibility that’s pretty much essential.

Every skill must be practiced. Every act rehearsed. A blade is only a blade when it cuts.