"That can't be right," I couldn't believe it. Why would they put them alongside wizards, dragons, and fairy creatures? "Then why did my book put them with wizards? I even watched a movie where they made up a whole fantasy island called England." — Raccoon Knight
"No," Skitter cut in, her voice harder than I'd ever heard it. "You don't get to deny her now. You pressured her into this when I said it was her place. You asked her when I told you not to. Don't flinch now just because her pain makes you uncomfortable."
However, before Taylor could properly get on with her very well justified panic, a very familiar sort of portal opened up, and a recognizable (and quite dapper) young woman stepped out, regarded Taylor with determination, and said, "We desperately need a responsible adult to tell us what to do! Help us, you are our only hope!" — Contessa
It was silly, Madison thought, that it took her eating a burger and bludgeoning a man with a cooler full of them for her to truly realize just how much her father loved her. It almost made up for being grounded for a year.
"A flower smells nice, now doesn't it? But do you know what smells nicer? Its petals crushed. Like so." [Jack Slash] clenches the fingers of his free hand, knuckles going pale. "Those petals when you put the squeeze on them, they smell the sweetest they've ever smelled. That's the fragrance I'm after. I wouldn't bottle it if I could. No, no. I want it fresh and from the source. The act of squeezing is just as important."
Maybe I should tell Shadow Stalker about this? She already knows some of it, if I told her some girls at my school were planning on putting me through an event similar to my trigger again, how would she react?
-A quick bolt in the chest for all three, probably-
I chuckled at the thought. It was a nice thought, Shadow Stalker taking on the Trio for me. The same violent fantasies I'd always had, just with a different coat of paint. I couldn't let Shadow Stalker do that, not for me. I'll handle it, one way or another, I'll figure out what the hell Sophia's plan is, and I'll handle it. I'll make sure that my swarm was nearby at all times, not for bloody violence, but 'just in case.' The next time Emma, or Sophia tried to pull any serious shit against me, I was going to be ready. For now, I wanted to focus on the good things going on in my life. Focus on Shadow Stalker.
She imagined constellations flickering to life under Taylor's fingertip, traced out by the freckles scattered across her face. The delicate dance of her touch held Lisa in a suspended moment, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't even know much about stars, except that the stars always looked the same no matter what city she crossed. On the rare occasions her mother stopped their trip in less populated areas, she could make out some hints of sparkle in the night sky.
I took another breath.
When I spoke, it wasn't with my voice… or my bugs.
But something heard me anyway.
"Passenger?"
The eyes of a star opened; the Force trembled, rippling across the galaxy.
And then it answered me.
Host... Contact established...
...
Relief...
And then, I felt it.
I felt her-
...
Joy.
— Taylor and QA
I made a note in the margins that I should pick my ingredients better… then after a brief internal spark of some bizarre alien organ I didn't recognize, I scribbled, in messy capital letters, DO NOT MIX CHLORINE AND VINEGAR, then underlined the whole thing several times. — Amy Dallon narrowly avoiding gasing herself by complete accident.
A great maw of fur and teeth stood within the door. Its focus fell upon me, and it was only when I saw the crooked, yellow grin inside of it that I recognized I was looking at a man. A man swathed in cloth and fur and blood. A man with bones arranged around his head like a predator's jaw.
A man who chucked a cheeseburger into the ruined remains of the restroom.
"...powers! Mark, this…," [her mom, Carol, said]. The ever-growing train of family members returned to the living room, where Amy was asked to re-demonstrate what she’d thought was totally obvious: kissing a boo-boo makes it feel better.
"Madcap is why I have powers, Ethan." The blood drained from his face. "Before he came along, I was just a girl with friends and a dad who worked way too hard trying to be the best damned cop in Brooklyn. But because of Madcap, because of all the people he hurt… I have powers. I'll always have them, and never have a normal life. All because of the monster you used to be."
There is a Bar at the End of All Things. If one isn’t looking too closely (or is perhaps watching much, much too closely) when something ends, a glimpse of it can be perceived. The last credits rolling past after a movie, the final bite of pizza sliding down into one’s gullet, the dying light from a gunshot and the last embers of life they herald. The end of anything is all it takes to see a flash of neon light or hear the clink of glasses together. Most people who chance upon this phenomenon pay it no mind. They conclude it’s a trick of the eye, something they misheard, or the questionable leftovers they ate an hour ago having unexpected hallucinogenic properties.
Taylor Hebert is not most people. Between the crack of gunshots, she hears the crack of peanuts.
In the middle of a forest.
"That's not what I was 'hm'-ing at. I simply wish for a better description of her abilities, to know precisely how well she spits fire," [Accord said, to which Faultline retorted], "Very well, that's how."
"I fell in love with Colin Wallis. Not Armsmaster. I know they're the same person, but even if you never lifted another halberd or built a suit of armor, I'd still be head over heels for you." Her words carried such force that he reeled, but she leaned close enough that her breath ruffled his beard. "I know you feel the same about me. So I need to know… do you trust me, Colin Wallis?"
"Delicious! C'mon, you gotta try some!" Rachel grabbed another chunk and handed it to him, while Gromit licked his own arm and grinned. "Nobody's ever made me a cake before, or given me gifts, or anything else like that! You two spent the whole day trying to make me happy. Why the hell would I care if a few things went wrong? Besides, this is my day, and I say it’s fine!"
"In case you forgot, the back door is boarded up." Colin gestured at it, then noticed me digging through my utility belt. Likely remembering what I'd pulled out of it over the last few minutes, he asked, "Don't suppose you have some kind of teleporter in there? Maybe a magic lamp, or a lightsaber? Oh! How about some shark repellant?"
"No, actually I have… wait, shark repellant? But we're on land!"
"If it can repel sharks, it can repel just about anything."
"So yes… It was easier. Not telling you. Not talking about it. Because if I told you… that would make it real. And I didn’t want it to be real. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted for Khepri to stay as the thing of my nightmares." Taylor's gaze broke from hers, casting her eyes downwards. "Because if she's not real… then what I've seen… what I did. That can’t be real either."
"Colin, you were surprised to see me earlier, and for the past half hour you've jumped every time a doctor walked by." Ambrose withdrew a pair of overly-complex glasses from his pocket, perching them on his nose. "One need not be a master of the arcane arts, nor possess the fabled Goggles of Elvenkind as I do, to see that you're here for him."
Although, the line between fantasy and reality tends to get pretty blurry when your boyfriend wears a huge suit of power armor, one of your best friends can manifest pocket dimensions whenever she wants, and the person in the mirror is a twisted mockery of the human form.
"Tell you what?" I answered, snapping as I grit my teeth. "That we were set to be executed by some… fucking alien who was having a bad day? That I turned into… some thing that saw people as insects? That I deliberately put anything I could in its way just to slow it down!? That if we ever find our way home, I'm not even sure if it's even there anymore? What part of that whole story was worth remembering!?" I snarled. — Taylor to Vicky
"You remembered," I said, shutting my eyes again as I tried to focus on the Force, my thoughts, and the words to express them. "You remembered something worth remembering," I said. "And you never even realized how rare and precious that is." – Taylor, after telling Victoria how Amy mastered her in the original timeline.
Fear and anxiety still existed, but had grown fuzzy and undefined, a hierarchy of needs combining with my self-confidence to form bravery, determination, and goals. Meanwhile, my memories of the past reminded me that I could achieve incredible things if I put my mind to it. I’d grown from a mere seed to a mighty tree, and with every passing moment I grew more capable!