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181 " And then I had to jump back and get my gun. I thought it was in your room.” I glare at him. “My gun was in my room. Yours wasn’t, because you took it from me this afternoon.” “Because I couldn’t find it in your— "
― Rysa Walker , Time's Edge (The Chronos Files, #2)
182 " Of course there are other churches. No matter how small the town, there has to be at least two, right? As the old joke goes, you need one that says there ain’t no hell, and one that says the hell there ain’t. So there must be others. "
― Rysa Walker , As the Crow Flies (Enter Haddonwood, #1)
183 " A few seconds later, I heard Katherine’s voice from below. “Kate, you have a gentleman caller.” I rolled my eyes. “How is it that a grandmother from the twenty-fourth century sounds like she’s from a Charles Dickens novel?” Connor shrugged. “Maybe both eras seem like ancient history to her. Could you tell me the difference between what they called a boyfriend in 1620 and in 1820?”This time I gave in to the temptation to stick out my tongue, and Connor surprised me by actually laughing. "
― Rysa Walker , Timebound (The Chronos Files, #1)
184 " He shrugged. “Yeah, but me dad said th’ only way to learn is t’ ask questions. An’ it’s hard to do that with buttoned-up lips. Anyway, I c’n tell that one you’re followin’ is a bad bloke. He has those eyes. He always give me the evil look when he comes up that hill, kinda like you did this mornin’, but I could tell you was jus’ scared. Not mean.” “I was not scared,” I said. “’Course you were,” he replied matter-of-factly. “You’re new here and followin’ some bad guy. But you got a good guide now, so you’ll get your story and then your boss’ll be happy, right?” It seemed pointless to argue with an eight-year-old kid, especially when he was essentially correct, so I just buttoned my lip and followed. "
185 " But the notion that we exist inside a simulation, and that there might be multiple simulations going on at the same time, is a theological debate. Maybe God is just a dungeon master or an alien with an infinite number of games playing simultaneously. "
186 " But oh, me mom is gonna be madder’n bloody hell.” It clicked then, with his last two words, and I realized why I’d had the touch of déjà vu earlier when he rubbed his temples. I probably would have recognized those eyes earlier, but when I had seen them before—both through the medallion and on the Metro—they had burned with a type of passion that the little boy in front of me wouldn’t understand for several years. "