“ The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday. Julio Alexi Genao
“ What it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy Julio Alexi Genao
“ I couldn’t make myself move from the bed. To reach for you. I’d known this moment was coming, and now that it had arrived I found I had no strength in my limbs.Only my voice. Only words.Asking you to… Julio Alexi Genao
“ The only thing worse than a bigot is an “ally” who can’t stop congratulating themselves on their enlightenment. Julio Alexi Genao
“ If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-frien… Julio Alexi Genao
“ I’m nothing, here. A lowly surveillance analyst. Being the hero could have meant something good for me. Could have changed my whole Julio Alexi Genao
“ I gave you all my secrets, and you lost them all. You lost a lot of things.But the treasure of it was in the giving, not the keeping. Julio Alexi Genao
“ Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises. Julio Alexi Genao
“ So. Monday. We meet again.We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership. Julio Alexi Genao
“ I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back. Julio Alexi Genao
“ My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on the skin of my bac… Julio Alexi Genao
“ That’s why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home—that I had given my life to lie down next to… Julio Alexi Genao
“ The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name. Julio Alexi Genao
“ But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain. Julio Alexi Genao
