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Zeus’ thunderbolts still smell of singed flesh and patricide.

I cannot escape the feeling that, below the surface, something is breaking.

“Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.”

I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

That would be like the lamb handing a knife to the butcher.

He is smiling with every tooth

In that instant, kneeling there, everything came clear to him. It was not just Danny the Overlook was working on. It was working on him, too. It wasn’t Danny who was the weak link, it was him. He was the vulnerable one, the one who could be bent and twisted until something snapped.

Perhaps this is exactly why our ancestors wiped out the Neanderthals. They were too familiar to ignore, but too different to tolerate.

Here he was, slapping him five, grabbing his shoulder, and talking too loud in a performance of gregariousness. A walking flinch.