Sublime

Usually Bon used words like a sniper, but this was a spray of machine-gun fire that silenced me for several moments.

(Nothing, the General muttered, is ever so expensive as what is offered for free.)

“Dao reminds me of my father.” It wasn’t just that he was the same age as our fathers. It was also his trim and discreet appearance that made him familiar. His nondescript appearance was as much for camouflage as it was for comfort, cultivated to project a benign and anonymous professionalism. His appearance said: I am not one to take up space nor