“Even if she rebuilds hundreds of old cars, will it ever equal to healing a tiny life? Will it equal evolution?” HealingKushaEqual Evolution Book:The High Auction Source: The High Auction
“It’s a tiny plant, but that’s not the point. The point is, she can’t heal it. She can only heal … well, not heal, but 'fix' ruined cars.” HealingKushaFixing Cars Book:The High Auction Source: The High Auction
“Yuan opens his eyes. White rabbits wandering all around, poking him, touching him, rubbing their noses at his feet, or merely exploring the thick grass, ignoring his presence. As if showing their appearance alone is enough of a favor. Yuan sees the tiniest rabbit struggling to reach him. One of its legs wounded, and a dark rotten feather sticking to its body. The feather smells of death. There must be a dead bird somewhere. Dead bird! Why didn’t he smell it earlier? Yuan, removing the feather, stretches his hand towards the rabbit. It hops on, sensing the burst of healing energy. All living creatures always sense what heals their woe—a code in their subconscious.” HealingRabbitsThe MonkYuanLaws Of The UniverseCodein Subconscious Book:The High Auction Source: The High Auction
“Kusha pushes the last of her long screw into the soil, another expensive thing she bought from the Old City. The almost-broken, two-inch seedling now stands supported. Guilt, partly for a tiny seedling, slightly more for being an unobservant, untouchable human who isn’t graded yet.” HealingGuiltKushaSeedlingLow GradeUngraded Book:The High Auction Source: The High Auction
“Removing the thought about the rotten feather, for now, Yuan calms his core, inhaling prana—the source energy from air. The animal’s wound healing. All the rabbits turn their necks now, watching him. At last, he deserves attention. They run to the Monk; jumping; climbing along the layered folds of his dark shawl; settling on his lap, thighs, and shoulders; competing with one another for the healing energy; seeking a share of the purity coming from the highest possible evolution in the universe. A monk’s purity procured through strict abstention won’t stain. Even a dead bird’s foul feather can’t tinge it.” HealingRabbitsThe MonkYuan Book:The High Auction Source: The High Auction