marlowe’s Reviews > The Death and Life of Zebulon Finch, Vol. 1: At the Edge of Empire > Status Update

"The comment was bleak enough to make him laugh. Out of sheer surprise, I laughed too. Twars had again mobilized at the edge of his eyelids, though these were happy ones -- you could tell by the quality of shine. Back when I had been alive and capable of crying, I'd never been able to make such fine distinctions."

"Since Church's befriending, I'd packed away my fear, fool that I was, and now it leapt back to my heart where it belonged, more painful than ever, for this fear was not for myself but for another. This, I declare to you, is the fear above all others, the field on which the least forgiving of combats are waged."

"Dying for my country meant nothing to me, but who knew? It might mean something to that pernicious bean-counter Gød."

"In lieu of her, I had her stolen heart, the Excelsior, which would now beat in replacement of my discarded original. Funny how long I have depended on the thing -- for over a century. Like me, it is a machine of astonishing durability."

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