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| 3539857 | I fake an annoyed look at his interruption. "As I was saying, your ego doesn't need to be inflated." But as I say the words, I realize that I don't think they're true. Every now and then I catch him watching me at an unguarded moment, and his eyes are so vulnerable I almost feel like I'm looking at his eight-year-old self. He clearly enjoys the banter back and forth, however, and we seem to drop into that routine naturally." | the-chronos-files time-s-edge | Rysa Walker | |
| 65a426e | And I'm just thinking he doesn't have the right to guilt-trip me about this when he says, "I'm not out to make you feel bad. You were upset, and it's only natural you'd seek out comfort. It's just . . ." "You needed comfort, too." "Yeah. I'm not asking you to hold my hand and tuck me into bed at night, not that I'll argue if you find yourself so inclined. But we're partners until this is over, and I'd like to think that you at least consid.. | the-chronos-files time-s-edge | Rysa Walker | |
| 37bbba9 | Kiernan doesn't answer. He just turns toward the door and walks out, limping. He bangs both the cabin door and the porch door on his way out. Pretty sad for someone who seems to think he's being the adult here. | the-chronos-files time-s-edge | Rysa Walker | |
| c022b28 | Not bad," he said. "Chewy and sweet, too. They sell these in New York?" I nodded, washing it down with lemonade. That wasn't where Connor had bought it, but I was pretty sure they sold them in New York and pretty much anywhere else in the country, although definitely not in 1893. I wondered how much Kiernan knew about the CHRONOS key from his time on the Cyrist farm, and what his reaction would be if I told him he was eating something purc.. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| e2a4952 | The mistakes of one generation build upon the mistakes of the next and you get a society that no one really wanted. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 0ec8b8b | Kiernan. I had a sudden memory of the small, scuffed-up shoe I'd seen just before I fell. He must have snatched the bracelet when the crowd gathered around me. If I managed to get out, I resolved to give him every last penny I had and cover his little face with kisses. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 3cd780b | I nearly miss it, given Tate's need for speed, but as we zip by the guy in the alley, I catch a brief glimpse of his face. It's Kiernan. How did he get out before we did when he was behind us? A few seconds after we pass, Kiernan darts out of the alley, but he can't keep up. Usain Bolt couldn't keep up with Tate. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| cf336f2 | Do you still have the tux you wore as Boudini?" "It's in the loft at the cabin. Why?" "You'll need it in order to pose as a server. Unless you'd rather be a male companion?" "No thanks." An evil little part of me is dying to say he has more experience as a companion, given his time with Prudence, but I bat it down." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| a61555a | Miss Kate!" Kiernan exclaimed, pointing. "What happened to your toes?" "What?" I glanced down, half expecting to see a leech or a cut or some other trauma, but there was nothing odd. "What are you talking about?" "Your toenails. They're all --it looks like blood!" "Oh," I laughed. "That's just nail polish. It's chipped off in a few places." "It looks like paint." Kiernan sniffed disapprovingly. I sighed. This was one of the anachronis.. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| c7d83a4 | And with that, he began walking at a rapid clip toward the Sixtieth Street station. Several members of the crowd I'd just pushed my way through came over to help me up, and one rather gallant gentleman, who was eighty if he was a day, tottered a few steps after Simon, shouting and shaking a fist in the air. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 9acc815 | Kiernan hoists one of the bags and slips the strap over my shoulder. I grab the other one, and soon I'm loaded like a pack mule, lugging two bulky military duffels in addition to my backpack. Trey leans down to give me a goodbye kiss, but his lips are quivering with barely suppressed laughter. "What?" "You should see yourself. The toga, the sandals, and now this. You look like a short Greek Rambo." "Athena, Goddess of Modern War," Kierna.. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 2efdada | Kiernan spins around nervously, eyes flicking between the door we just entered and one at the other end of the room. "You forgot to mention the guards. , Pru!" "Why? You've got a gun. And Evie says your friend there is a baby ninja." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 830a3d6 | Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 100dfd1 | Mom says I should erase it. That this present is our reality and everything on this little drive is fiction. She may be right. But there's plenty of truth in fiction. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 8d84663 | I'm not sure why he's flustered until I realize there are now five of us and the table is set for four. Pru waves her hand dismissively. "Don't bother. The dark-haired one is just my bodyguard. He can stand." Kiernan seems entirely unfazed by the comment, but her tone pisses me off." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 01df34c | And don't get all pissy if they laugh at you." "Why should I take it personally? I didn't pick this costume, so they'll be laughing at you, not me." A faint ghost of his old grin surfaces, but disappears almost immediately." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 7b76258 | The manager rolls his eyes. "Sorry, miss, already picked my dozen--" "So make it a baker's dozen," someone yells from the back. "Bet she can't hit the bloody nail anyway. Give us somethin' to laugh at." That voice is clearly Kiernan's, and most of the men chuckle. - Kiernan comes back about ten minutes later and takes his seat. "Good work." I snort. "Don't give me that. I heard you back there." "Just seeding the crowd. A time-honored pra.. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 356ae52 | I toss the formal dress from 1905 onto the chair next to him. He glances up, removing the headphones. "Did you decide to do a bit of shopping in London?" I give him a wry smile. "Does this look like something I'd buy? Your great-grandfather picked it out." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 2030c45 | Kiernan, the less you know, the better. You're always telling me to just trust you and do what you're asking, and I do--" He snorts. "When it suits you." "Okay, but I do when it seems important. And this is really, really important." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 4b5b542 | I'm not following any of this, you know. Beecher who?" "Henry Ward Beecher." Another slug from the bottle. "He's a preacher. Hey, that rhymes." Well, that answers any questions about whether the alcohol is working." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 59159fe | Victoria Woodhull and her sister were the 1870s equivalent of the Kardashian sisters. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 1536cc9 | And then I had to jump back and get my gun. I thought it was in your room." I glare at him. " gun was in my room. Yours wasn't, because this afternoon." "Because I couldn't find it in your--" | the-chronos-files time-s-edge | Rysa Walker | |
| 31a16d4 | A few seconds later, I heard Katherine's voice from below. "Kate, you have a gentleman caller." I rolled my eyes. "How is it that a grandmother from the twenty-fourth century sounds like she's from a Charles Dickens novel?" Connor shrugged. "Maybe both eras seem like ancient history to her. Could you tell me the difference between what they called a boyfriend in 1620 and in 1820?" This time I gave in to the temptation to stick out my ton.. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 0de8190 | He shrugged. "Yeah, but me dad said th' only way to learn is t' ask questions. An' it's hard to do that with buttoned-up lips. Anyway, I c'n tell that one you're followin' is a bad bloke. He has those eyes. He always give me the evil look when he comes up that hill, kinda like you did this mornin', but I could tell you was jus' scared. Not mean." "I was scared," I said. "'Course you were," he replied matter-of-factly. "You're new here a.. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 5384697 | I always dreamed 'bout ridin' the big wheel," Mick added, looking down at his shoes with a plaintive expression. "But me mom needs all the money I c'n make." He glanced around at the others and then back at me. Those big brown eyes--with long black lashes that were going to make him a real heartbreaker in a few years--were all the more effective because they were still brimming with tears from the ear twist. "But it's okay, Miss Kate. I don.. | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| 8920377 | But oh, me mom is gonna be madder'n bloody hell." It clicked then, with his last two words, and I realized why I'd had the touch of deja vu earlier when he rubbed his temples. I probably would have recognized those eyes earlier, but when I had seen them before--both through the medallion and on the Metro--they had burned with a type of passion that the little boy in front of me wouldn't understand for several years." | the-chronos-files timebound | Rysa Walker | |
| f0a6859 | but he didn't kid himself. Seventeen years was too long | Mary Higgins Clark | ||
| 4a1ba87 | For the past year, food of some sort has been a permanent appendage to Deo's hand. Sometimes both hands at once. At first, I teased that he was going to get fat, but then he shot upward--six full inches since last summer. Now I have to look up at , not the other way around. This amuses him. I don't really care as long as he doesn't call me "Short Stuff." | the-delphi-effect | Rysa Walker | |
| 0c37ff1 | I don't know anything for certain. You and I could both explode in the next two seconds. Or the swimming pool over there could have a clone of the Loch Ness monster swimmin' about on the bottom, ready to spring out and have us for a midnight snack." He's trying to make me laugh, but I'm tired enough and jumpy enough that I cast a wary glance at the pool before looking back at him." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 4088903 | Unfortunately, I'll need to watch them again at some point, because my mind keeps straying back to reality. I envy Deo's ability to lose himself in fantasy for a while. That type of break seems almost as useful as sleep for keeping stress at bay, and I've never really mastered it. | the-delphi-effect | Rysa Walker | |
| 18b2d2a | One in particular catches my eye, because I've met him, and also his father. "You're kidding me? The little guy who came over on the boat last week? He's a baby!" Okay, not a baby , and I guess it was only last week from my perspective. Simon finally convinced the elder Kiernan Dunne to bring his family over from Ireland. I helped, mostly by spending a few minutes talking to the woman, Cliona. She seemed a little in awe of me, probably be.. | the-chronos-files time-s-mirror | Rysa Walker | |
| c5da801 | The Kiernan kid was there when it happened, near the back of the barn. He'd been hanging out earlier with a younger version of Simon and this electrical engineer we recruited. Kiernan helped them set up the lighting so that I'd look all ethereal and otherworldly. I saw Kiernan's face after those people slit their throats to show their devotion to Cyrus. The boy's mouth hung open and he just stared at the bodies, as huge tears rolled down h.. | the-chronos-files time-s-mirror | Rysa Walker | |
| 280bf9a | Didn't anyone ever teach you why it's a bad idea to make assumptions?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. "It makes an ass out of you and me." "I see you're both smart pretty." He laughs and settles into another smile. " | the-delphi-effect | Rysa Walker | |
| 6f85450 | So why didn't he vanish?" Charlayne nods toward Kiernan. "After Max took his key, he should have disappeared, right?" "I would have," Kiernan says, "except someone was wise enough to give me a backup when I was eight. This isn't the first time it's saved me." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| cf89fef | Charlayne is in front of me, holding a rifle identical to the one in my hand, raised to shoulder height and pointed at Kiernan, who's sitting on the bed. He looks more bored than afraid. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| ab47998 | But then he rolls his eyes and gives me a half smile. "Fine. But if you must give me the Mark of the Beast, at least put it where I don't have to see it constantly." "Such as?" "If we want to be in keeping with what I think of the damned symbol, I'll drop trou and you can stamp it on my ass. But in the interest of propriety . . ." He rolls up his left sleeve, and I stamp the inside of his arm." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 464cc55 | Watching people you love walk into danger is a hundred times harder than walking into it yourself. | Rysa Walker | ||
| 34390e0 | The manager is busy, and our policy is absolute. No respectable establishment--" The man breaks off in midsentence about the time I feel a hand on my elbow. Kiernan leans in and plants a quick kiss on my cheek. "So sorry to leave you stranded, dearest. You were right--my notecase was lying on the bed, right where I left it. Don't they have a table?" The maitre d' lets out a relieved sigh. "My apologies, sir. Your . . . wife . . . failed t.. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| d50feb1 | Kiernan reaches to pull out my chair, but I beat him to it and then nudge the chair across from me out about six inches with my foot. He pulls it out the rest of the way and says, "Thank you, dearest," in a droll tone before retreating behind the menu." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| a56c71b | Kiernan leans forward. "I'm guessing that's because you make it work, Mr. Houdini. Maybe that's how you manage . . ." He pauses when my kick lands on his shin, but finishes the sentence anyway. ". . . some of your more elaborate escapes." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| fa79234 | You see, I've read Mr. Grumbine's treatise on auras, and while it does depend on the shade, a green aura can be a mark of deception or dishonesty." I shoot Kiernan a smug glance. While I'm certain this aura stuff is total bunk, he and Prudence both see the light as green. "Does this Mr. Grumbine say anything about blue auras?" "Again, it depends on the shade. But it's usually associated with truth." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| e6065e8 | Kiernan gives him a suspicious look. "You performed at the Expo?" "Yes," Bess answers. "Along with his brother, Dash. They headlined as The Brothers Houdini on the Midway Plaisance." "Really?" Kiernan shakes his head. "I was there as well. For the run. I knew every headliner on the Midway." Houdini eyes shift slightly. "Well, we weren't exactly headliners, but yes, we did perform at the Fair." | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| 5a9621e | I pull my T-shirt over my face and am about to plunge in when it occurs to me that I'm approaching this, as Kiernan would say, far too linearly. | the-chronos-files time-s-divide | Rysa Walker | |
| e6ef8e8 | Never better, Tom. And you? | Mary Higgins Clark |