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1 " It’s a whole other kind of sorcery—pulling the pieces of a shattered heart back together, and it’s one I know nothing about. "
― Daniel José Older , Half-Resurrection Blues (Bone Street Rumba, #1)
2 " that true sheet-grabbing throb that emanated from the sweat-soaked room on the third floor. "
3 " It's just a pretty song until the singer starts. Then something happens. I don't know shit about music, so I couldn't tell you if it's the key she's singing in, or the way her voice slides in between the notes like she's flirting with them, or just the simple truth of her sorrow, coming straight out of her mouth, but whatever it is, the song lays me down and eases all my blissfully aching muscles. It creeps inside my heart, circulates into my bloodstream. "
4 " That’s the song for the herbs?” “Mm-hmm.” “It makes them happy?” “It makes them work,” the woman says. “Prayer puts the world to work. The action you take is your expression of intent. The world listens. And then works. Go "
5 " A corpuscule's like an empty body with an angry-ass spirit shoved in it. Rude as fuck thing to do to someone if you ask me. "
6 " When the Council’s icy fingers slide the photo of Sasha’s wry smile and sleepy eyes across the table, I will nod my head like I always do. Then I will find her. I will honor the dying wish of her brother, whom I murdered, and protect her from myself. And then I will ask her out. "
7 " Probably, all these words would tumble out, these stupid, useless words I’ve been carrying everywhere like a bouquet of delicate, beautiful, stupid, useless flowers. "
8 " When I move quickly, no one notices my strange gait or the long wooden cane I use to favor my right leg. I’ve gotten the flow down so smooth I almost glide along toward the milky darkness of Prospect Park. "
9 " Prayer puts the world to work. The action you take is your expression of intent. The world listens. And then works. Go "
10 " Something lurches in my gut. It’s like fear but . . . yummier. "
11 " Ghosts can be really out of line sometimes. It's one thing to come back for true love and cause a little hubbub. Or some unresolved revenge bullshit, fine. You're wrong, blah blah blah, but I get it. At least you have a good reason.But every now and then you get these real entitled-acting blowhards wanna come back and raise a roof just because--perfect example: because they like a house. Ugh. Can't even roll my eyes far enough back into my flesh-and-blood head to express how out of line that shit is. So you like a house. Fucking stay your dead ass downstairs and paint a picture of it. No one wants your house-loving ass wandering around pestering some city councilman, even if he does deserve it. "
