“Saracen’s tiny wounds has faded from live-poppy red to dead-poppy red…”
– Frances Hardinge
Fly by Night, ch. XIV
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The protagonist on his fighting parents: "I shut my door and push a chair against it, then duck for cover under my blanket. Still, it feels like every shot they take at each other passes through me first." - Lisa Yee Stanford Wong Flunks Big Time