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" And still the light kept coming. It poured out of me, boundless and violent. But even as it swelled, it didn't leave me. I felt myself moving with it, a part of it, moving through earth and air, soaking up shadow. And I felt connected to everything. I felt the city, the motion of engines and tires and feet, of doors opening, of throats trembling with sound. I smelled soil and snow, grease, garbage, sweat, breath, heat. I felt the earth, and everything beneath and Beneath. "
― Bethany Frenette , Dark Star (Dark Star, #1)
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" Don't you think this has gone on long enough?"
I looked up from my book. Leon was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
It was Thursday night, and although my sickness-or aftereffect-was gone, I still refused to join the land of the living...I was better off indoors.
"You're interrupting my reading." I regarded Leon suspiciously. He hadn't spent any time yelling at me since Friday, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to start again.
"Get up," he said. "We're going out."
"I'm not going out," I protested, faking a cough. "I'm sick."
"You're better."...
"It's going to rain. Or snow. Or both. You never know with Minnesota. We could wander right into a blizzard." ...
"Fine, but I'm still not going anywhere. It's the middle of the night."
"It's eight."
"I'm in my pajamas "
― Bethany Frenette , Dark Star (Dark Star, #1)
