Sophia Martin
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Sometimes, you get to a point where there’s no going forward and no going back, and you face the situation with no plan immediately to hand, having gambled that your choices would not narrow so far, and having been found to be wrong. Everyone had fallen to the ground but me. It would be nice to think this was some kind of metaphor, elevating me to the position of the better man with the higher intellect, but I think we all know that wasn’t the case. I was immune to Jenny’s backlash, which was what…-
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“How can you say that?” shouted Claire. It’s an unusual talent to be able to hit the bass notes while being shrill enough to disturb dogs, but Claire had a gift. “What are you even saying right now?” She turned to me and waved me away. “Ignore her, she doesn’t mean it.” It felt a bit odd that Claire was this eager to step in like her drunk friend was trying to get off with the biggest scumbag at the nightclub. Actually, I guess it wasn’t that odd. “I know what I’m doing,” said…
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I’ve never been a goal-oriented person. You can’t win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket, for sure that is true. But then, you can’t win the lottery even if you do buy a ticket. That isn’t quite as true, but it’s pretty fucking close. Don’t get me wrong, if you have a very clear idea of what you want and your desire for that thing is all-consuming, I fully understand the need to pursue your objective with every means at your disposal. As long as you don’t drag me into your desperate,…
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Fairies had entered Fengarad. I could tell they were fairies because of their flags — red, black and fascistic. There was a whole troop of soldiers in the Fairy Queen’s colours. It was hard to tell exactly how many of them there were — it’s quite difficult to count and shit yourself at the same time. I’m not irrationally scared of heights. Rationally, however, you’d be a fool not to go a bit queasy if you were in my position. I was clinging to a spike on a ball on top of a huge tower. It was…
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Sometimes you have to pass the baton onto the next generation. Or to the same generation. Or to the person dumb enough to think what you were passing to them was a baton (word to the wise: if someone puts a rod-shaped object in your hand, consider handing it back — unless you’re into that sort of thing, in which case more power to your elbow). If Maurice and company wanted to take over needless-sacrifice duties, I was happy to give up my seat on the bus. A bus ride would have been quite nice,…
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“So, you’re saying Jenny told all of you that I didn’t fancy getting into the hero business, and then she convinced you to take my place?” “It’s a bit more complicated than that,” said Maurice, “but basically, yeah.” “And you all agreed to this death sentence?” “It sounded like it would be fun,” said Maurice. “You’re all idiots,” I said. “Yes,” said Maurice. “Very likely. But she wasn’t wrong, was she? You don’t want to do it, do you?” “Of course not! But…
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The big pile of veggie flesh that was Maurice’s new body rose unsteadily to its feet. As it unfolded, the size of the new body became easier to judge. On the ground, it was just a heap. Standing up, it towered over me, imperious and grandiose. If you were going to build yourself a bodysuit to kick sand into people’s faces, this was the model I’d recommend. You could fit a lifetime’s worth of pent-up resentment into this bad boy. The face was definitely Maurice’s, that part he’d kept…
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I was having to process a lot of new information, a lot of it probably half-truths or wishful thinking. There’s this thing people do when they want to convince you of something, they state it in the best possible light. AKA, they lie. Not the bad kind of lie meant to fuck you over — this is more of a benign lie, that will unintentionally fuck you over. The great thing about the benign lie (and no, it isn’t a white lie, that would be racist, like calling a chalkboard a blackboard) is that it’s the…
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“Maurice?” I inquired of the darkness. “Yes?” said Maurice’s disembodied voice. “Can I ask you a question?” “Okay,” said Maurice. “What is it?” I took a breath to compose myself and went over my query so it wouldn’t be misunderstood. Here was my chance to finally get some answers, so it was important I made my meaning as clear and concise as possible. “What the fuck are you playing at?” I felt like I’d captured the essence of what was important. “Ah, well, yes,” said…
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“There’s no harm in it,” said Wesley. “Perhaps he’ll be able to see something we missed.” All I’d asked of them was to take me to the island through their secret tunnel or whatever. Seemed like a fairly minor request considering they wanted me to help them conquer the world. Arthur stretched his face into the shape of someone who doubted very much what he had just heard. The idea I would spot something he had failed to see, well, it was ridiculous. “We should stay here. It’s safe, no…
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