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With the guardian dead, the question remained: Who would do it?

— The West Passage by Jared Pechaček

He spoke with an odd accent, intelligible but mushy, as if he held a small object in his mouth.

— The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain by Sofia Samatar

The woman woke to the crackling of her anklet and knew the boy had come upstairs. She leaned toward her clock: the numbers glowed 06:00. The stars outside the window were growing pale. She would not sleep again now.

— The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain by Sofia Samatar

The boy was taken upstairs without warning, unprotesting as he had been through all the changes in his seventeen years, the shifts from cell to cell each time he outgrew the bolt on his ankle and the Doctor came to exchange it for a larger one, an operation performed with a tool the Hold people called the Mallet, which jarred the whole leg and sometimes made the blood spray from the anklebone, and caused a sense of queasiness and superstitious awe in the boy, who would glimpse, for the instant during which the bolt and chain were removed, the shiny and alien-looking patch of underexposed skin on his leg which, according to the prophet, housed the seat of the soul.

— The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain by Sofia Samatar

You know, every time I think it’s impossible for the world to get any worse, more stuff happens.

— The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei

There were many things Asuka did not consider when she agreed to travel from one sun to another.

— The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei

“Welcome to recursive hell,” I say.

— The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

Hope is not an act for which the universe is beholden to reward you.

— The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

Her uniform jacket hangs half-open, the rest of her equally rumpled, as if sleep tackled her and she told it to go fuck itself.

— The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

It doesn’t occur to him that sometimes a person transgresses by daring to be alive.

— The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

What kind of pervert buys ingredients he has no means to cook?

— The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon