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Life had become something you clung to, that you bit down hard on against the pain, like the rubber block in a session of electroshock therapy.
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Blake Crouch |
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Mick the Mick tried to concentrate on reading the page, but his gaze kept flicking up to the trees. The prehistoric landscape lapsed into deadly silence. Then, like some giant monster coming out of the jungle, a giant monster came out of the jungle.
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Blake Crouch |
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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.' Albert Einstein said that. We should all savor
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Blake Crouch |
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We all have evil in us," Steve says. "Some more than others. I never knew I had this in me, and it scares me, because I wonder how much of it is still inside. Waiting to come out."
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Blake Crouch |
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He'd been filling up his Suburban--a feat that required a small business loan at current prices--and had missed Shanna's call.
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Blake Crouch |
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Shit. He was going to need a bigger gun. Not a problem.
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Blake Crouch |
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Pope smiled. "You're thinking all wrong, boy. There's no such thing as law or government inside this room. It's just you and me. I am the one and only authority in your little world, whose borders are these walls. I could kill you right now if I wanted to."
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Blake Crouch |
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Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, Paul Chambers, Bill Evans, and Jimmy Cobb playing "All Blues," a moody, blues form piece in 6/8, off the 1959 album Kind of Blue."
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And stayed down, but his two friends were closing in--they'd be here in ten seconds--and behind them, a block back, that army of flashlights moved like a herd of cattle up the street, the sound of numerous footfalls on wet pavement getting louder and louder. Ethan fled back into the alley, relieved to find that those pair of lights he'd seen last time had vanished.
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Blake Crouch |
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It'll be your loss, Ethan. Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last.
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Blake Crouch |
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Rampant speculation ignited as the country fell in love with its own fear.
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Blake Crouch |
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Name on the side of it. His pulse beginning to accelerate.
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Blake Crouch |
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Blocks ahead, and he could hear, for the first time, the noise.
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Blake Crouch |
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If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. --T. S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton"
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Blake Crouch |
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In five minutes, this little thing had come into my life and stared into my eyes and turned me into a different woman. What had I feared? The loss of identity? My time? How stupid and selfish, because holding my child, watching her suckle, every doubt and fear I had about her vanished. I fell, instantly, irreversibly, in love.
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Blake Crouch |
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A sword and a shotgun lay across brackets in the wall, the rhinestones that covered them glittering under the overhanging lightbulb. Ethan startled.
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Blake Crouch |
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Hassler flips burgers on a grill in the shadow of the remnants of the Seattle Gas Light Company, a collection of rusted cylinders and ironwork that looms in the distance like the ruins of a steampunk skyline. The expanse of emerald grass runs down to the edge of Lake Union, which sparkles under the late afternoon sun. It's June. It's warm. The entire city seems to be out taking advantage of this rare, perfect day.
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Blake Crouch |
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None of it could hold a candle to the shit-yourself-fear evoked by a charging abby.
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Blake Crouch |
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Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't last, so you revel in it while it's here." Ethan thinks often of that conversation, mostly when he's lying awake in bed at night and every..
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Blake Crouch |
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Hadn't the poet Carl Sandburg written about this very thing? Ethan couldn't recall the verse verbatim, knew only that it had something to do with the voice of the last cricket across the frost. A splinter of singing.
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Blake Crouch |
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Following a tragedy, grief comes in waves, each bigger than the previous, each carrying a new component of pain.
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Blake Crouch |
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Let my affection for my boys carry me on.
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Blake Crouch |
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Long legs and longer arms, each tipped with a row of black talons. Sinewy. Wiry. And above all, humanoid, its skin in the sunlight as translucent as a baby mouse's--mapped with a network of blue veins and purple arteries and even its heart faintly visible as a pinkish throb just right of center mass. snarling as strings of bloody saliva dangled from the corners of its lipless mouth, creamy eyes hard-focused on its target.
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humanoid
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He reaches into his greatcoat, pulls out a tin of Star Navy.
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Blake Crouch |
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But sometimes, like tonight, she feels plugged in to the raw emotion of it all, a closed circuit, and if she doesn't keep it at arm's length, it still has the power to break her.
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Blake Crouch |
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How did one carry on in the face of such knowledge?
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Blake Crouch |
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En su experiencia, alli donde se congregaban seres humanos, habia un lado oscuro.
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ethan-burke
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La perfeccion es algo superficial. Epidermico. Si uno rasca un poco, comienza a ver tonalidades mas oscuras. Al llegar al hueso la oscuridad es total.
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perfección
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oscuridad
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Don't you think about all you lost though? Isn't it thrown in your face here?" "Of course. Every day. But after absolute loss, it still continues." "What?" "You. Consciousness. There is life after hope, you know." The fire popped. "And what does that life look like?" "Not what you'd expect?" "No?" "You realize something," Matthew said. "What's that?" "That you go on. That you can take so much more pain than you think. We're built for it. It..
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Blake Crouch |
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You can reign in hell here on the outside, or serve in heaven, back in Pines.
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Blake Crouch |
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Then silence rushed in.
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Theresa wipes her face and turns away from the window.
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Blake Crouch |
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You spend time with your son?" "Much as I can," he'd answered, but his father had caught the lie in his eyes. "It'll be your loss, Ethan. Day'll come, when he's grown and it's too late, that you'd give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn't see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won't ..
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Blake Crouch |
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He reached in, grabbed a bag of carrots and a small loaf of bread, crammed them down into the side pockets of his jeans.
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Blake Crouch |
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But I've never loved anyone the way I love you. There are times I hated myself for it. Because I felt weak. When I wished I could've just hardened myself to you and walked away, but I could never do it. Even after Kate. It's like you've got some kind of hold on me. It's a precious thing, Ethan, and you'd better care for it. You've hurt me before.
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Blake Crouch |
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I'm giving you a choice, Ethan. They know nothing about the world outside of Pines. But you do. Say the word, and I'll leave you here in this field with your family. There's a duffel bag packed with food and supplies, even a few weapons. You're a man who wants things on his terms, and I respect that. If that's what's most important to you, have at it. You can reign in hell here on the outside, or serve in heaven, back in Pines. Your choice.
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Blake Crouch |
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They were just two people sharing a table, trying to limp through the awkwardness.
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Blake Crouch |
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The hurdler hit the sidewalk midstride and accelerated, dressed all in black, boots pounding the street. He carried a machete whose wet blade glimmered under the glancing beam of his headlamp, running hard, breathing hard.
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Blake Crouch |
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The lights of Wayward Pines glowed against the cliffs that boxed it in, and for the first time, those steep mountain walls seemed inviting. Fortifications
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Blake Crouch |
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This is hell--the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished. In true dark, there is no gauging of time.
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Blake Crouch |
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I'd hate to meet one of those thriller writers in person.
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Blake Crouch |
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What a strange, amazing life.
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Blake Crouch |
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Twitter and Facebook. Ethan didn't miss those things. Didn't wish that his son was growing up in a world where people stared at screens all day. Where communication had devolved into the tapping of tiny letters and humanity lived by and large for the endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new e-mail.
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Blake Crouch |
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It was easier to accept what could not be changed than to risk everything and seek out the unknown.
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Blake Crouch |