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“There have to be trans extraordinaries. Do you think we'll get to meet them?" "Probably," Jazz said, "I've personally met an absurd amount of queer extraordinaire." "Poor straight people, they really don't get to have much. Except for fake white Jesus, do they?" They took a moment of silence for the heterosexuals of the world. When enough time had passed (six seconds--straights didn't need that much sympathy), Nick clapped his hands and said, "Okay! I think I'm ready to do this.”

“I'd like the ability to see what you're really like underneath all your posing and big words and old man's overcoat or whatever the hell it is you're wearing. You might say 'ethereal' and know what's so goddamn good about kitchen cupboards with no handles, but you're not fooling anyone. You just decided what part of the shitshow you want to make public. My guess is your family is as screwed upas the rest of us.”

“She rubbed her nose with the heel of her hand. She wasn't surprised. Maybe a little hurt or embarrassed to see -- like, actually see -- what a fraud she was, but mostly she was just relieved. She felt herself relax. The weight of having to make the rest of the world happy or proud or even momentarily charmed vanished. She let her eyes close. She had a sense of herself as a little kid again, lying on her back in a pool, floating aimlessly, perfectly content.”

“Ever tell you about my bike accident, Stu? Changed my life." He ignored her. "Changed. My. Life." He sighed and dropped his earphones onto his neck. "Okay. Make it quick." "Know why?...Because I saw something terrible." She blinked into the darkness. She'd been so scared. "You waiting for a drumroll or something?" "The truth. That's what I saw." "Wow. The Dalai Lama. In my cab. Drunk. I'm so honoured.”

“If you go anywhere near that filthy old man,” Inge said fiercely, “I’ll have you thrown into the king’s dungeons!” She spoiled her threat the next moment by asking, “Does the king even have dungeons, Colonel Raske?” "He does, but stocks are a more common punishment for insubordinate soldiers.” “But I can still order him to the dungeons, can’t I?” “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Ten feet away on my right, a pair of wooden double doors remain. Still intact, they survived the devastation the Archgod of Chaos and Destruction, aka DLD, wreaked on Uhna. They stand proudly, refusing to give in to reality. The hot air from the Teryn ship blasts the doors, shaking them in their frame. The wood creaks, resisting the pressure for a moment. Then the doors come crashing down to the ground. If they couldn’t survive the arrival of the Teryn praelor, what chance do I have?”

“I’m Caitlin McDonald,” she said, loosening the thick wool scarf from around her neck and down off her face, motioning her chin toward the big male. “You’ve already met Hector and his gang.” When Major Standback said widow I pictured an older woman. Not this one. She was young, no more than thirty. The cold on the skin of her fine features made her face shine. She had the clean, clear beauty of a china doll.”

“Makade-ma'iingan walked slowly toward him out of the gloom. She circled him, her head low, her cerulean eyes lancing into him like arrows. Her voice spoke in his grandmother’s tongue. “Myeengun, you must rise and finish your work, rip out the throats of the whites who oppress and pursue us. The spirit of your grandmother, the spirits of all your people, demand it. I am Otshee monetoo, and I command it.” She lunged, sinking her yellow teeth deep into his chest where he’d pressed the knife. The flash of pain struck him like a sudden bolt from angry clouds. It reached so much beyond his level to endure, that this time he did cry out. His feral howl screaming out into the cold night, rolling through the valley like a keening from the damned.”

“She's probably planning on taking me out to a field and shooting me. Then she'll completely dismember me and ship my body parts off to my friends and family. When they take her to trial, she'll plead insanity and get away with it. Everyone will feel so bad for her, the poor sick girl who went crazy and killed her boyfriend. She'd end up a martyr somehow, and everyone would forget about it. Shit's messed up, man.”

“I've never understood that about medical professionals; they always think they're the experts because they have years of training and experience. In some ways, they are, but at the same time, no one knows their own body better than the patient. They're so quick to ignore things people say are bothering them because it doesn't line up with whatever diagnosis they're dead set on.”