The Eden Paradox

It has no eyes. Zack, why doesn’t it have any eyes?

They must train you pretty good not to react to shit like that. Must take stuff out of you.” Vince’s eyes intensified then broke her gaze. ‘Actually, it’s more like they put stuff in.

Beef had hit $300 a kilo. Not that he could recall the last time he’d tasted real beef.

People rarely search for bodies in ceilings…

Killed by our collective blindness. Not a great epitaph.

Your life is a beer glass Micah, but you want champagne

Perhaps Mozart’s Requiem would be fitting music for the end of the world. She began to hum Dies Irae, recalling its first performance in Vienna.

He wondered what his father had been thinking in those last final moments as he was slipping away, whether the heroism, the honour, the war, or maybe, just maybe, the smaller people in his life, his family.

Vasquez faced off Vince. “We’ll meet in hell for sure.” Vince didn’t blink. “I have a condo there waiting for me. You’re welcome for tea. Now, give the order, Colonel.

Happiness is knowing that someone, somewhere, really gives a shit.

She stared at her console, wanting to punch it. Her dream, running to save her life, to save everything, was all going to come true down on the planet’s surface. And when it did, she knew this time she wasn’t going to wake up.

Take it from me, kid, sometimes it’s okay to run. You run as fast as you damn well can.