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21 " just as he had a moment earlier. I hope it hurts, he thought. They slammed back and forth violently, beam to beam, until their bodies dropped into free fall down the shaft’s center. Despite Peter’s efforts, it had little effect on the uncontrollable spin into the dark. They crashed hard into the basement floor. The cement cracked beneath them as it absorbed their fall. The lower floors of the building rumbled as the vibrations from the impact shook its foundation. The beast’s weight on top of him made the sudden "
― T. Ellery Hodges , The Never Hero (Chronicles of Jonathan Tibbs, #1)
22 " He’d asked his father why it mattered. What was a pair of slacks over a pair of jeans? How was an uncomfortable collar or a tie relevant to showing respect? If they had to be grieving, couldn’t they at least do it in comfortable clothes? He’d been eleven then and his father, patience wearing thin from grief, had let out a tired sigh as he knelt in front of Jonathan to help him with his tie. “Traditions get passed down; they become the rules. Some make sense, some seem pointless, but others,” Douglas said, “others only show their value when you don’t obey them.” “This one seems stupid,” Jonathan responded, squirming in his tight collar as his father finished. “Well,” Douglas said, standing and turning to the mirror to put on his own tie, “I don’t think today is the day that we test the rules. "
23 " It read Staff Sargent Douglas Tibbs with the surviving members of his army ranger strike team, Libya 1984. The men in the picture looked solemn, sad. Jonathan had to assume that the keyword from the photo was ‘surviving. "