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being good at books is not always about reading a lot but its sometimes about knowing where to start looking

Blake. You know that moment in the horror movies, where you’re screaming at the actors? ‘Don’t go up the stairs’, ‘don’t touch the glowing skull’? Don’t read the book.

“You can’t be surprised. I mean, you knew people hated you here.” “The woman at the coffee place was surprisingly respectful of the idea that I might be in mourning,” I said. “Being a decent person and hating our guts isn’t mutually exclusive,” Rose said.

“You can’t get so angry,” she said. “Be calm, we approach this with strategy and a level head.” “No,” I said. I grabbed one of the books from the coffee table. “Anger is good.” “Good?” “It keeps us moving."

I’m afraid he can’t give you his apologies. It’s too high a price. If he needed to make amends to someone else in the future, what would he do?

I want you to trust me, Blake. We may be enemies, but that doesn’t preclude trust and respect, much less an open dialogue.

Perhaps this seems unfair, but modern standards of fair and unfair are just that: modern. In this world I’ve imposed on you, there are very old things, and there are very old traditions.

I wasn’t good with people being kind to me. Not without some warning.

Everything has a price when you’re dealing with this world, Maggie. Even answers to stupid questions.

“The duel where one of our ancestors murdered someone?” Molly asked. “Killed,” Paige said. “I don’t think it counts as murder if it’s during a duel.”

There was no explaining just how bad it had been without having to explain why I hadn’t gone home. Pride, of an odd sort that drove someone down instead of raising them up.

“I didn’t see any reason to stay, so I left.” “You ran away.” “I always think of little kids leaving with a bundle on a stick, when I think of ‘running away’.”

Family isn’t a halfway thing.

I shrugged, my hands in my pockets, and looked at the baby. “Who’s this?” “Ivy,” my mother said. “She’s one and a half.” “Hi Ivy,” I said. She responded by pressing her head against our mother’s shoulder. “Busy soaking it all in, kiddo, so you have some good stories to tell your therapist, ten years down the line?”