“Don’t call me stupid,” Yaya says, taking a half step toward me. The shine of tears in her eyes is gone: she’s fully angry now and it shows. But I’m angry too. Is this how humans got ourselves into this… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“Before, when my father and I would actually talk, he might have told me that the kunike turn a different color if what’s approaching… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“I thought I could wait to tell you until everything was figured out,” she says. “I didn’t think you’d have any contact with actual… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“Don’t call me stupid,” Yaya says, taking a half step toward me. The shine of tears in her eyes is gone: she’s fully angry… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“Before I can allow myself to explore the idea of whether Rondo also thinks she’s the prettiest girl on the planet, I snatch myself… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“It makes a beautiful sound.” “You can play it?” I’m impressed. My dad tried me on his drum once or twice, but it wasn’t… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“And we’re supposed to be clever, we students of N’Terra, children of whitecoats. It is our skills that will determine our survival. The founders… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“My smile fades and I’m very aware of the blood in my veins. I wonder if he’s mad after what I said. In any… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“My father and I live under different suns. In reality, it is the same: red and hungry, an intense crimson eye that sends the… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“My mother hmms and goes to the kitchen, where cupboards dug into the clay wall are filled with round fruits of orange and green,… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“Albaturean or not,” he says, jerking his head over his shoulder to indicate the shopkeeper. “I wish I could do that.” “What? Make vague… — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
“Facts are not always facts. The version of the truth we know is what is shown to us.” — Olivia A. Cole Copy Share Image
