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1 " When Vic was growing up, her parents gave her and brother Barney a lot of rope. From an early age, their parents treated them as adults in many respects. Guidelines for life were few. Don’t hurt anyone or put anyone in danger, including yourselves. Don’t lie or steal and respect your elders. Do what you’re told, and if you aren't told what to do, do what needs done. "
― , Vic: Mystery & Magic (The Incredible Adventures of Vic Challenger Book 8)
2 " As they worked, the conversation never lagged. It never touched on spirits or Sasquatches. They talked about food and the weather and things each did recently. Somewhere inside the discussion, Lin realized they were talking like the letters and diaries. They talked about life. They discussed daily stuff that might matter to no one later, but it defined their feelings of that day. It also hinted at their hopes and what was important to them. "
3 " You’re kidding; aren’t you?” Meizhen asked.“Yes, just kidding. It is often useful to joke and laugh in a stressful situation. It helps you relax, and that allows you to think better. "
4 " Evelyn stared at the ceiling then looked at Lihwa. “No matter how much haste you wish to make, sometimes it is necessary to move at the pace of the mystery. You need to feel it and understand why. Once you understand the why, the solution will be obvious. I’m sure the why is in the diaries and letters. "
5 " She shared a personal philosophy of Vic’s. You must recognize your limitations. We all have them. Accept them that you may compensate or improve. "
6 " After two calls, the male looked at Vic and asked why she didn’t again make the war-cry of her tribe. A hundred thousand years ago, it was the custom of a tribe to enter a battle with its war-cry and to repeat the call if victorious. This was the first time in this life she met a creature who understood. It felt good, and the Sasquatch didn’t need to ask twice. Vic raised her arms, waved the bloody ax, and again the forest echoed with the terrifying cry of the prehistoric tribe of Onu! "
7 " Vic wasn’t impervious to cold, and it was seeping in. If she were out hunting, she would turn back, but she survived hostile weather in Mongolia and Siberia, and she came out to find Lon Boy. Those things considered, the idea of turning back didn’t even sit down. It came in the front door, and Vic kicked it out the back door. "
8 " The man laughed. “When my grandpa used to tell me stories, lots of times, he finished by telling me the same thing. They are all the same, boy. The woodcutter who saved Little Red Riding Hood, the good fairy, Santa Claus, any good guy you care to name. All the same. When someone needs something and deserves it, he or she shows up in exactly the right disguise to fit the occasion. "
9 " Your grandpa sounds like a swell guy.”“He was. He threw me a loop sometimes, though. He’d add to that list of do-gooders someone like the fox who ate the gingerbread boy. I remember almost crying, saying that wasn’t a happy ending. Grandpa told me it was happy for the hungry fox, and the boy was so arrogant he got what he needed.” "Wow! I guess the moral is to be good. "
10 " Vic raised both arms and waved the ax as she cried out the blood-curdling war cry of her ancient people! Snow hares broke from their camouflaged positions to flee the area. The hairy ape folk of that generation never before heard such a cry, but instinct warned them of its meaning. "
11 " She wasn’t sure if she then whispered a statement or asked a question: It’s magic. Not the kind we only hope for but the kind we make for ourselves, the kind we earn. "
12 " Those are all incredible, magical things, Vic, things no one else will ever believe. Do you realize how wonderful that is, to know without a doubt that the impossible is possible. "