Gods of Risk

You’re a tough guy, but I’m a nightmare wrapped in the apocalypse.

They don't hate us," Bobbie said, her voice tired. "They're afraid of us." "Then why do they act like they hate us?" David's father said with something like triumph. "Because that's what fear looks like when it needs someplace to go.

They don’t hate us,” Bobbie said, her voice tired. “They’re afraid of us.” “Then why do they act like they hate us?” David’s father said with something like triumph. “Because that’s what fear looks like when it needs someplace to go.

If you fuck with him after this, I will end every piece of you.

You're a tough guy, but I'm a nightmare wrapped in the apocalypse.

Then why do they act like they hate us?” David’s father said with something like triumph. “Because that’s what fear looks like when it needs someplace to go.

by not elaborating, he’d sort of told the truth. The fact was weirdly disturbing.

Such a massive plan, such ambition. A man might be setting the final stone and think back to his own father who’d set the stones below him and his grandfather who’d set the stones below that. To have a place in the great scheme, that was the beauty of it. To be part of something you didn’t begin and you would not see completed. It was beautiful.

It was like his parents had suddenly realized he wouldn’t be there forever, and now their love was like a police state; he couldn’t escape it.

The tube station at Innis Shallows didn’t even have the usual perfunctory signs announcing that the end destination was Aterpol, like there were only two kinds of places in the universe: Innis Shallows and anywhere else.

The whole thing had been like having a very long, pleasant, but kind of boring dream.

The money wasn’t precious because it was money. It was precious because it was secret and it was his.

His mother smiled at him, and it looked like love, but it was love for some other boy. The one she thought he was.

Because that’s what fear looks like when it needs someplace to go.