Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.
Chris WoodingOn reflection,โ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, โthis wasnโt one of your better plans.
Chris WoodingReal life is a story, too, only much more complicated. Itโs still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same rules, you know. . . Itโs just that there are more of them. Everyone has chapters and cliffhangers. Everyone has their journey to make. Some go far and wide and come back empty-handed; some donโt go anywhere and their journey makes them richest of all. Some tales have a moral and some donโt make any sense. Some will make you laugh, others make you cry. The world is a library, young Poison, and youโll never get to read the same book twice.
Chris WoodingPoison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much." She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm. .... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing.
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