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“Most people in the agency tend to die because of self-destruction.” “If every person were to be at risk of their own violent destruction, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to survive in their own body.” “Yes, but here we are investigating the result of the destruction that was inflicted on another. It makes me a question which is truly more potent.” {The Latent Identities Of Darwin}”

“I had the choice—I could once again pretend and recite the words that would turn me into a powerful king. I could recite the words to abolish the prison of my emptiness, to become young and immortal, to feel the lips of a queen on my lips, and to fall in love with Juliet day after day. All I had to do was recite the words written for me, and I would rule the empires of Europe and all its lands. But sadly, I know the inevitable truth—I can never recite those words again, because I don't know who I am.”

“A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face. “This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.”

“What’s this thing?” The boss looked at the package with rolling eyes. “We don’t know. It was left in the bin outside.” “We answered a call on the desk phone and we were told to go look outside in the bin, the voice said.” The boss looked at the shit standing by the chair. “You answering calls now? Thought you two should be working along side Ritterman?” He looked at Ritterman. “I told them to man the phone.” Said Ritterman. “ Ritterman. These two are new detectives who need experience. I said take `em with you, always.” “First they need to learn the basics of handling strange objects.” Ritterman held up his hands. “Don’t do anything without a pair of these.” He waived his hands like a singer on stage. The two shit heads looked embarrassed. “Anyway, what? Who’s gonna open this and find out what’s inside? Ritterman?” Asked the boss. “Boss, maybe we should hand it over to forensic first and they can test it for substance. Before any of us get some horrible shit on our hands.”

“Even paradise has a dark side as shown in Bokur’s welcome debut and series launch introducing Det. Kali Māhoe, of the Maui PD, who’s also a cultural anthropologist…Bokur nimbly contrasts the Hawaii of sun and golden beaches with its less well-known underbelly of poverty, discrimination, and crime. Fans of strong female cops will look forward to Kali’s further adventures.”

“She looked at Word. “You asked about X-it. He’s sleeping. There are no intruders in his consciousness. I’ve done a sweep. Several installations, their A-I and Super-Recognizers have all been rendered inoperable, but others will quickly pick up the slack. Some will malfunction. All are on high alert. They know contact has been made, that you are still alive, and a global search has begun. No A-I or human Super-Recognizer can penetrate the room that you were in and in which X-it is now sleeping. But he cannot come out of the room until we are ready to return to the second in time when Death saved you.”

“Quote taken from Chapter 1: "Is Petey Samson a bloodhound for real?” Blue asked. “I could’ve sworn he’s a mixed breed, what my folks used to call a pound mutt.” “Oh, brother,” Alma said. “I wished you hadn’t said that.” “I’ll have you know Petey Samson is no pound mutt,” Isabel said, shaking her finger at Blue. “His best breeding lies in his bloodhound line,” she said. “I didn’t know that,” Blue said. “Pay no mind to Isabel,” Alma said. “She’s just being overprotective of her fur baby.”

“He opened his mouth and closed it again. There was so much more he wanted to say to her, but Alistair knew that he couldn’t. He could remember her. He could remember this: the two of them standing side by side. Only it wasn’t this moment, but another, centuries before. Two sides of the same coin. It made him want to shout in excitement; it made him want to hide in shame. She doesn’t remember.”