“The End is Nigh!" the man shouted.
"Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked.
The-End-is-Nigh guy blinked. "Ah, maybe, I don’t know.”
“I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.”
That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.”
“Ya called Fargo yet?”
“No, I’ve been too busy trying to destroy the Guild and corrupt Simon’s soul. Being evil is a full-time job.”
“The Prince of Hell shrugged. 'Shit Happens”
“You could have let that thing flatten me, but you didn't. Why?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
She was too tired to edit her mouth. “You're my master. I couldn't let that thing kill another trapper, even if I think he's a total asshat.”
Harper looked at her for a long time then cracked a toothy grin. “And you're one mouthy bitch, but you're my apprentice. I don't need the reputation that my people die because I don't protect them.”
That was fair.”
“Riley found her friend studying the contents of one of the store's display windows. It was full of sparkle. “How do you catch this thing?” he asked.
She dug in her bag, pulled out a sippy cup, and handed it to him.
“You're joking, right?” he said. “You trap demons with cups that have dancing bears on them?”
She glowered at him. “See the glitter in the bottom? Klepto-Fiends can't resist it.”
He held up the sippy cup and compared it to the exquisitely cut diamonds in the store window.
“Wanna bet?”
And I brought him along why?”
“Girl? He pressed.
The name is Riley, she shot back. Learn it. Use it!”
“I promised Paul I'd keep ya safe, he said. If that means packin' yer ass out of town so it doesen't get humped by a smooth talkin' loser, that's the way it's gonna be.”
“You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.”
“What about Beck?"
"Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure.”
“Find Dad
Bust Holy Water Scam
Save the World
Buy Groceries
Do Laundry”
“For they both were solitary,
She on earth and he is heaven.
And he wooed her with caressed,
Wooed her with his smile of sunshine
-Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”
“You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.”
“You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye.""
Three?"
"Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.”
“Accept that I enjoy being with you. Accept that when I'm with you I see Heaven in your eyes.”
“I could stay here forever."
"But you won't."
"Maybe I will.”
“Simon had
been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet.
“What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.”
“I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me.”
“Imaginei que ele ia perceber o erro horrível que cometera, que rastejaria para mim, a suplicar que o aceitasse de volta. É do tipo de coisa que parece que nos daria satisfação, quando pensamos nisso, sabem? Mas deixem-me que vos diga, quando acontece mesmo... ou quando parece acontecer... é simplesmente horrível.”
“We Americans have many grave problems to solve, many threatening evils to fight, and many deeds to do, if, as we hope and believe, we have the wisdom, the strength, and the courage and the virtue to do them. But we must face facts as they are. We must neither surrender ourselves to a foolish optimism, nor succumb to a timid and ignoble pessimism … ”
“So where are they now? Your friends, I mean? You're always telling me about your friends and how you would do anything for them because they are your friends and how in return, they would die for you. I didn't believe it then and I'm not believing it now. All of your friends have gone. The good people, YOUR people, that's what you would call them. It was hard to keep from laughing in your face when you talked like that. I always wondered if that's what you thought I was to you, if I was one of YOUR people. You're so full of shit and now it's even too deep for you to deal with. The truth is that you don't have any friends, not now, not ever. You think you're with someone and then you find that you're just alone in a room with a stranger. You spent so much time running away from yourself, fulfilling imaginary duties to your friends, that you don't even know who you are. When the shit comes down, you can't even count on yourself. Isn't that a shame. Get ready for one of the longest nights ever.”
“Her face deeply moved him. Why, he could at first not say. It gave him the impression of youth--spring flowers, yet age--a sense of having been used to the bone, wasted; this came from the eyes, which were hauntingly familiar, yet absolutely strange. He had a vivid impression that he had met her before, but try as he might he could not place her although he could almost recall her name, as he had read it in her own handwriting. No, this couldn't be; he would have remembered her. It was not, he affirmed, that she had an extraordinary beauty--no, though her face was attractive enough; it was that something about her moved him. Feature for feature, even some of the ladies of the photographs could do better; but she lapsed forth to this heart--had lived, or wanted to--more than just wanted, perhaps regretted how she had lived--had somehow deeply suffered: it could be seen in the depths of those reluctant eyes, and from the way the light enclosed and shone from her, and within her, opening realms of possibility: this was her own. Her he desired. His head ached and eyes narrowed with the intensity of his gazing, then as if an obscure fog had blown up in the mind, he experienced fear of her and was aware that he had received an impression, somehow, of evil. He shuddered, saying softly, it is thus with us all. Leo brewed some tea in a small pot and sat sipping it without sugar, to calm himself. But before he had finished drinking, again with excitement he examined the face and found it good: good for Leo Finkle. Only such a one could understand him and help him seek whatever he was seeking. She might, perhaps, love him. How she had happened to be among the discards in Salzman's barrel he could never guess, but he knew he must urgently go find her.”
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