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“You’re her,” she said, looking up, meeting his pale eyes. Not that crazy cartoon blue. Not blue at all, but widening now. A woman laughed, tables away. His hand lowered the tablet, came to rest on the table, and for the first time since the end of the ride back from Pickett’s, she thought she might be about to cry. He swallowed. Blinked. “Really,
... See moreWilliam Gibson • The Peripheral
What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff … As a counselor once told me—a Counselor For Disaffected Youth, I might add: “You like that crap because it reminds you of you.” Couldn’t of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don’t even disagree with it either. Seems pretty dead on and probably has everything
... See moreShe finished the warm dregs of champagne in a glass within reach and fished out the bloated strawberry at the bottom. It fizzed softly in her mouth.
Meg Mason • You Be Mother: The debut novel from the author of Sorrow and Bliss
I am superterrestrial, he thought, and passed untouched through crowds on Aldleigh High Street with the waters of his body drawn up by the moon with the tides.
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
the dude out of Seattle who collages with vintage magazines? He has such a surreal perspective on ordinary life. What’s his name?” Audre gasped. “You know about Jesse Treece? Wow, thanks! But I could never be like him.”
Tia Williams • Seven Days in June
Marlowe stands close and lights it for him, smelling of hair cream and something else as well. The faintest whiff of brimstone. Marlowe enjoys a different kind of immortality, achieved by different means. No magic acorns or slumbering under trees. He sold his soul on the dotted line, joined an exclusive members’ club. Eternal life. But not eternal
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