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T.J. Klune Biography

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“You hit your head on a stationary object at the first sight of Kelly. Ox once walked into that wall over there, and then he banged Jessie.” “That’s my sister,” Chris hissed at him, turning to glare over his shoulder at Ox, who seemed to be resolutely ignoring everything that was happening. “I know,” Tanner said. “But it’s true. And then he walked into the side of the house at underage Joe in tiny shorts. And he eventually banged him too.” I looked pleadingly at Gordo. He shook his head furiously. “Leave me out of this. I don’t know the first thing about—” Rico coughed roughly. It sounded strangely like bullshit. “You made heart eyes at Mark,” Tanner accused. “For years.” “I was trying to murder him with the power of my mind,” Gordo retorted. “I don’t do heart eyes. I don’t even know what that is.”

“Later, after the King was gone with a kiss to my forehead, Justin and I remained. We didn’t say anything for a long time. Surprisingly, he spoke first. “I didn’t feel the same way when you first came.” I snorted. “I know.” “I didn’t like you. In fact, I hated you. I still do sometimes.” “I know that too.” “You have to come back.” I looked up, startled, only to find Justin looking more vulnerable, more determined than I’d ever seen him before. “What?” “You have to come back. You have to be safe and come back and be my Wizard. I could do this without you. I know I could. I am smart. And I can be kind. Sometimes. My father has taught me well. I’ve learned a lot in the past year. I can do this without you. But I don’t want to. The King of Verania needs his Wizard. It’s how it’s always been. So come back, and in one piece, or I swear to the gods, I am going to put you in the dungeon where you’ll poop in buckets for the rest of your days. Do you hear me?”

“Lunch,” I said. “I can do that. Like, you have no idea how much.” “Good,” Kelly said softly. “Maybe we can go to the diner?” I nodded. “Just … can you give me a minute? I’ll meet you out front. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” “I won’t.” He nodded at the others and turned back toward the sidewalk. I whirled around, eyes wide. “What do I do?” “He’s literally standing five feet away,” Gordo said dryly. I lowered my voice. “What do I do?” Gordo sighed and turned his eyes toward the ceiling. “I deserve this. For everything I’ve ever done, I deserve this.”

“And this is pain? I think this is pain? I survived my mother leaving me when I was five. I survived the death of the woman who filled her place when I was nine. After all of that, after everything I’ve been through, this is what brings me down? This is what knocks me to my knees? I deserve it, then. I deserve every part of it because if I can’t survive this, then I can’t survive anything.”

“It was as if the rain clouds had reached as far as they could. The gray darkness gave way to a bright and wonderful blue like Linus had never seen before. The rain stopped as they passed out of the storm and into the sun. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the warmth through the glass against his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt sunlight.”

“He’s real. Oh God, he’s so real, and I can hear the memory in my head because he thinks I’m brave and strong, and I want to tell him I’m not, that he sees something in me that’s not there, that I’m weak and scared, and I don’t think I’m good enough for him, but I want to try. I want to try and be the person he thinks I am, because if he thinks I can do it, then maybe, just maybe it’s possible, just maybe it’s true, and I need him to help show me who I am. I need him to show me what I could be.”

“And you. Oh God, it all comes back to you. You scare me more than any of the rest. I’m scared that you’ll listen to me now and think badly of me. I’m scared that I’ll never be able to give you what you want, that you’ve built up this image of me in your mind that I will never be able to live up to. I’m scared that you’ll see this and leave, and I’ll be alone again.”

“And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you're eleven, you're on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding the world is teeth and sharp edges. I wished. I did. I promise you with all that I have that I did. But I knew the teeth. The sharp edges. And they were bigger than wishing. I was only eleven, but I was the product of my upbringing too. Maybe that's why I was able to be the one to leave. Maybe I'd been looking for a reason and latched on to the first one that came, no matter how hard it was. If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that it's easier to leave someone before they leave you. Because eventually, everyone leaves. It's inevitable.”

“I wondered what you would be like. Humans. What you would be capable of. How your minds would work. How your hearts would beat. You are animals. Fierce and wild. You are harsh and brutal and beautiful. There is no one like you in all the universe. You have the power for such destruction within you. And such joy. It's a dichotomy that shouldn't exist, and yet here it is. Within you. Within all of you.”