Fortune tellers aren't like you and me. They see the world as it could be, and sometimes they try to bring about what they want, rather than what should be.
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Fortune tellers aren't like you and me. They see the world as it could be, and sometimes they try to bring about what they want, rather than what should be.
Whatever you've heard about Caraval, it doesn't compare to the reality. It's more than just a game or a performance. It's the closest you'll ever find to magic in this world.
I didn't know if home would be safe anymore. My family was fine for now, and the artifact entrusted to me was secure, but there'd be more threats. We'd made too many enemies. I suppose that was inevitable for those of us who choose to hunt monsters. All I could do was make sure my family continued to survive. I'd stand guard.
Normally I was the Hunter who comforted the victim's family. In this case I was both. I knew all the assurances and platitudes by heart, and I also knew the odds of recovering a victim. That didn't change the Hunter's job one bit.
It's not right to say I was furious. I'd left fury way behind. This was to fury as a nuclear explosion was to a slap. This was fury's older brother, the one who looked all calm but could beat fury five ways from Monday.
My name is Julie Shackleford. My family have been Monster Hunters for over a hundred years. My job is to keep sweet little idiots who don't believe in monsters safe. And I'm ok with that.
Perhaps that is how all men love. More with their eyes than with their hearts.
Humans are capable of such cruelty. Suck horror. And in order to become one...I've had to become capable of that, too.
They built the gateway because they love us. But what is it called, when you love a thing so much it hurts?
After all, how do you describe something you cannot see, hear, or touch? How do you describe something that isn't really there - not in any true, measurable sense?
Ana: You're smirking. What's so funny?
Dr Foster: I'll tell you in a minute. But first, there's one thing I haven't figured out.
Ana: I'm listening.
Dr Foster: what did you do with the body, Ana.
Face white as snow, skin as cold as frost, lips as blue as ice.
