
Revelator by Daryl Gregory
In 1933, nine-year-old Stella is left in the care of her grandmother, Motty, in the backwoods of Tennessee. The mountains …
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In 1933, nine-year-old Stella is left in the care of her grandmother, Motty, in the backwoods of Tennessee. The mountains …
Five years on the farm had taught Stella a few things. One: Everything dies. Two: Eat it if you can. Three: Everything that ain’t dead, shits.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Grew up on farm, can confirm
Pull back on the handbrake—safety first! Good. Now step on the clutch and put her in neutral—wiggle the gearshift so you know it’s free, there you go. Make sure the fuel line is open. See that fuel line running under the dash? That little valve by your knee, turn it vertical, that lets the gas flow. This here’s the choke, you’re going to pull up on that when we start it, but not just yet. See that knob on the top of the choke? That’s the air–fuel mixture valve, turn it left, nope, not all the way, just three-quarter open —you want a pretty rich mix to start. The starter button is there on the floor, just find it with your foot—nope, that’s the gas, the little button, but don’t step on it yet. Up there on the steering column, that lever on the right, that’s your hand throttle, bring that down a couple notches to give it extra gas for the start. Now that doohickey on the left, that’s the spark lever—push it all the way up, that’s full retard. We’ll advance that when the engine’s running, get the timing right so the fire explodes when the piston’s on the upstroke, you follow?
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Driving a car used to be like configuring a fediverse instance
Good lord, was there anything worse than the hand sandwich?
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
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Money was the only shield a woman could count on in this world.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Today’s been a hell of a week.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
She had an urge to throw the book across the room, and only barely stopped her arm from doing it. Her arm was an excellent critic.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Stella had learned to do a passable impersonation of a normal person, but she couldn’t keep it up for long.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
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She said, “Can I look at your horse?”
“Why?” the boy asked.
“Because it’s a horse.”
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Stella Wallace met her family’s god when she was nine years old.
— Revelator by Daryl Gregory
Yes, yes, it’s wonderful that you’re back. I feel positively whelmed with emotion.
— Books & Bone by Veo Corva
The other denizens believed in blood and bones, but Ree believed in books.
— Books & Bone by Veo Corva
She thought about whether she wanted to be the kind of person who let kind people die.
— Books & Bone by Veo Corva