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556 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 31, 2020
"The problem with knowledge, is its inexhaustible craving. The more of it you have, the less you feel you know."
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“The moral of this story is:
Beware the man who faces you unarmed.
If in his eyes you are not the target, then you can be sure you are the weapon.”
“And so where there had once been six were now, irreversibly, one.”
“Libby was a hero. Parisa was a villain. Their goals were overarching, appositional.
Nico and Reina were so impartial and self-interested as to be wholly negligible.
Tristan was a soldier. He would follow wherever he was most persuasively led.
It was Callum who was an assassin. It was the same as a soldier, but when he worked, he worked alone.”
“Men, conceptually, are canceled,” Libby said to her knees. “This Society? Founded by men, I guarantee it. A man’s idea. Totally male.” She pursed her lips. “Theoretically, men are a disaster. As a concept, I unequivocally reject them.”
“They were binary stars, trapped in each other’s gravitational field and easily diminished without the other’s opposing force.”
“Now Callum’s mistake was obvious: he had thought to prove himself strong, but nobody wanted strength. Not like his. Strength was for machines and monsters; the others could not relate to faultlessness or perfection. Humans wanted humanity, and that meant he would have to show evidence of weakness.”
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A uniquely upsetting curse, really, how little he knew how to exist when she wasn’t there.