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"Sirens!" Viv observed. They were nearby, and coming closer.
"Sirens." Molly was giddy with relief. "That's the sound of humanity taking care of itself, did you know that?"

I had a nightmare inspired by this book last night.

"What a phenomenon it was to be with her children, to spend every moment so acutely aware of the abyss, the potential injury flickering within each second."

I'm only 30 pages in and I'm hooked.

Every single person in my house is in their bed reading a book right now, and that really makes me happy.

You know how there are books you race to the end with because you can't wait to see how it ends? I'm racing with this book because I just want it to end. I wonder what my next book will be...

I have health illness anxiety disorder, and this book isn't helping me at all. I have a fascinating new fear, though!

It took a long time, but I'm a thousand pages in. The end is meeting me like a galloping horse!

"The rifle crack, as if to seam the sky, followin after.

It was 10:38 a.m.

End of Part Two"

"Moonlight alone beheld horse and boy and maybe in the end moonlight was who it was for."

"Every dang livin thing wants to be free. It's elemental I reckon. But like my momma taught me, and it's how I see things too: to matter you gotta set free someone that ain't you. That's all that matters.
And that applies to horses?
World won't matter for spit if there ain't no horses."

"Even worse, the personal scar caused by what was about to transpire would find him relentlessly haunted until one dusk he would abruptly pull over on the side of the road, rush into a farm field, and stab hisself repeatedly in the guts and chest until his blade found the spot that stops a heart. He thought only of his wife, his kind Kip-Ann, and though she would never know it, he would die sighin her name." JFCMZD

"And then like that, he led his friend into the abattoir."

Well, I'm about halfway done, but this book is so large it should really count as 3 books toward my reading challenge instead of 1, don'tcha think?

"All our castles fall back into the sea. It's easy to forget that that's why we build them in the first place: to remember the sea."

MZD sure knows how to end a chapter. I want to run around my house screaming.

"And there it still stands. Go see for yourself. You won't be alone. Too many are eager to confirm the rumor of its persistence, this monument to futility, built by Glory, its lifelessness beside the point before the arrangement of its strange, leafless limbs."

"Weren't that somethin? Weren't she somethin? Just look at her! Perched in the middle of such awful danger and still havin herself a blast. And maybe the mountain didn't at once toss her into oblivion because it too was enjoyin the show."

End of Part One! I love these 3 crazy kids and 4 beautiful horses!

"Sure, yes, maybe it was just Landry woolgatherin, head in the clouds, rocks in her head. Maybe it was that wink in her heart again to just dare somethin insensible. Or not. Maybe this time it was Kalin, this boy catchin up with her now, who'd already made for her lifetimes out of hours."

MZD is up to his experimental ways in this section and it's good, so good. Also there was an exciting autopsy.

"Curiously, in the moments before his death, Cavalry's mind in the crucible of all that awful pain, ... Cavalry still found for an instant that moment of peace and freedom when he was with, of all people, young Russel, the two of them just ridin along, free from the past, free from the future, free."

Fuck you, MZD.

Finally, 200 pages in -- only a thousand more to go!

"Kalin couldn't say what unsettled him more: the now obvious deadness of his dear friend or that even in death the dead might still know fear."

This is going to be the best book I read in 2026.

Yeehaw.

"Stories are a rebalancin of injustice, whether enacted within their narrative or purposed to enact certain reactions by the listeners. Stories are the lexical fashionins of vengeance. At least the good ones are."

"We were nothing to you, Nurman continues. Faceless, nameless nothings, numbers, not people. But each life that was taken, each child on those trucks, each man drowned in a water trough, each small boy shot in front of his father, each one of those people had a name."