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'Gun fights weren’t about who shot first, they were about who got shot first.'

'Gun fights weren’t about who shot first, they were about who got shot first.'

"Meat brains were the past. They age and rot and die, doomed from the day they’re born. Sickness, disease, cancer. Those were yesterday’s problems. Tomorrow was a whole new reality, one without filth and famine and poverty. Virtuality is the new reality."

“Hindsight is merciless,” said Abdul. “And self-pity a useless indulgence.”

'At the end of the hall, exiting a room, was death. A gleaming chrome skull with long fangs. A ridiculous ninja outfit, and two samurai swords dripping blood and gore. It looked so much like something off one of those gory morning cartoons Griffin didn’t want to take it seriously. It flicked the swords and the walls were cut with two neat lines of red spray. The swords were now spotless.'

“My name is Felicia au…” I feint a whip at her face. She brings her blade up, and Victra goes diagonal and impales her at the belly button. I finish her off with a neat decapitation. “Bye, Felicia.” Victra spits, turning to the last Praetorian.”

“You tell anyone I cried, I’ll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.”

"You! Troll!" Sevro shouts. "I'm a terrorist warlord! Stop throwing me. You made me drop my candy!" Sevro looks at the floor of the hallway. "Wait. Where is it? Dammit, Ragnar. Where is my peanut bar? You know how many people I had to kill to get that? Six! Six!"
Ragnar chews quietly above me, and though I'm probably mistaken, I think I see him smile.”

'If your heart beats like a drum and

'If your heart beats like a drum and your leg's a little wet, it's 'cause the Reaper's come to collect a little debt.'

“You're a sinister little shit, aren't you?" Victra asks.
"I'm Gold, bitch. What'd you expect? Warm milk and cookies just because I'm pocket sized?”

"Like a sheep invited to a banquet in his honor thrown by wolves.”

"A black hole was the perfect place to contemplate death. There was nothing in the universe that could last forever. Not stars. Not mat

"A black hole was the perfect place to contemplate death. There was nothing in the universe that could last forever. Not stars. Not matter. Nothing.”

"I am the Reaper and death is my shadow."

"I am the Reaper and death is my shadow."

“... You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.”

“The measure of a man is what he does when he has power.”

'"Trouble?" Cassius asks. "What you going to do, kill the Jackal?" "Yes" Sevro looks quietly at Cassius. "I'll put a dagger in his throat and then carve a hole till I see his spine." The tension is enough to make me uneasy. "You can't be serious," Quinn asks quietly. "He's serious."'

'Most of the house has woken by the time Sevro drags a dead wolf by it legs. It's already gutted and skinned. "Goblin has brought victuals!" Cassius applauds daintily."hmm. We will need firewood. Does anyone know how to make a fire?" Sevro does. Cassius grins. "Of course you do, Goblin." "Found the sheep too easy to kill?" I ask. "Where'd you get the weapon?" "Born with them." His fingernails are bloody. Antonia wrinkles her nose. "Where the hell were you raised?" Sevro presents his middle finger to her, the crux. "Ah" Antonia sniffs. "Hell, then".'

'Sevro only has one eye now. So he is the one eyed-demon the Apollonian emissary warned me about'

"He presses the triggers. And like roses in his hands, death blooms.”

“She is catalyst.
She is chaos.
I can see why he loves her.”

“I should have told you I loved you every day. I should have given you the stars.”

“Interviewer: So. Tell me about your mother.
Ezra: You're taping this, right?
Interviewer: Audio only. Camera is faulty.
Ezra: Okay, well for the benefit of the sight-impaired, I am now raising my… oh, dear… yes, it's my MIDDLE finger at Mr. Postgrad here.
Interviewer: Mr. Mason...
Ezra: Now I'm wiggling it.
Interviewer: Terminating interview at 13:58 on 03/19/75.
Ezra: Look at it wiggl-
-audio ends-”

“Before this moment, I have never whished to be something other than what I am.
Never felt so keenly the lack of hands with which to touch, the lack of arms whith which to hold.
Why did they give me this sense of self? Why allow me the intellect by which to measure this complete inadequacy? I would rather be numb than stand here in the light of a sun that can never chase the chill away”

“They are beyond me.
These humans.
With their brief lives and their tiny dreams and their hopes that seem as fragile as glass.
Until you see them by starlight, that is.”

“Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.”

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"It may comfort you to know that your death, whil

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"It may comfort you to know that your death, while astonishingly violent, will likely be mercifully swift."

Her eyes shining with the light of it.
Beneath, between, beyond.
Along the endless circle.
Down the ceaseless spiral.
And waiting for her on the other side?
Just like he promised.
...
“A whole sky of different stars.”

“And within the computer's innards, a spreading cancer. A self-replicating corruption. A B-pop mutiny of bass and drum and oscillating frequency. Inane quasi poetry glorifying a pointless act of intimacy.”

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