“ We're all here. We're close to the truck, and we met Kenton, a fine citizen of Salem. We rescued Izzy and found our way through a very sad darkness, dangers that we knew from Izzy's Orion interpretati… Jonathan Friesen
“ What's wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.' He touched his head. 'When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression meds. B… Jonathan Friesen
“ No, no. Not a genius. This is like what reading is like for you. You look at the squiggles and loops, and the puzzle opens until suddenly nothing means something, something more than the sum of the pa… Jonathan Friesen
“ The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities. Jonathan Friesen
“ How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from. Jonathan Friesen
“ As a serf, poor Christian has already been killed several times in our class. Aside from dying of the Black Plague on the first day, he’s starved to death, had his hands cut off for stealing a loaf of… Cynthia Hand
