It's just one thing after another. Cars that won't run. Planes that will never fly again. Computer systems we can barely use, let alone re-create. It's like...time is flowing backward. We're caveman archeologists in the ruins of the future.
If my life had no meaning there was no reason not to end it.
My wit is like your legs," said Xochi. " It would be selfish of me to keep it hidden.
I simply felt alone, one leaf sitting miles away from a giant, communal pile.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
This book is dedicated to the rule breakers, the troublemakers, and the revolutionaries. Sometimes the hand that feeds you needs a good bite.