"The Porter brothers’ presence together would have reminded them of the good old days, had not a recent string of bad new days taken place."
"I don’t believe I was created to be capable of love. None of my kind were, and I’m no different from them. I hope I’m not."
“Yesterday afternoon, the house behind me was the scene of the brutal death of Marianne Beck, a retired grandmother of three. Be advised, the details of this case might disturb some viewers.”
“One Sunday afternoon, in the deserted Mars University cafeteria, Yem sat waiting anxiously for his contact, picking at a hangnail on his thumb. This plan was insane. And yet, it wouldn’t just give him enough research to justify his existence as a professor. It would fulfill all of Yem’s seemingly impossible lifelong dreams. If he didn’t die in the process, of course.”