“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 of N’Terra had not meant for us to stay forever: Faloiv was the only habitable world… — 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
