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I wasn't expecting to like this as much as I did. Not much action but it is a lot of dialogue and character and as it's written like a memoir it's got a real flavor to it. Liked it alot and would buy the sequel. ( )
it's dark and light and like a travel book and like a book of insults all rolled into one. special people live among us and hide from those that want to use their gifts for evil. The knowledgeables isolate themselves to keep away from the psycho Hunters but really they kind of hate themselves enough to make up for these other races. Tracey is a lot of fun and normal and you follow her around but there are short story things between chapters to show you other races and their weird-ass gifts. Is it wrong to like the character of Flyte so much? Just has no fear in saying what she means. not that any of them do really. The ending with the new race being introduced is looking like a good hook to the next book. ( )
A kind of fantasy book that isn't, as it's like our world but there are the Special People races living among us that have their own agendas. Although you're probably supposed to hate Etienne and like Tracey, I gotta admit I like Etienne and her 'I don't care about anyone but me' attitude, but I also like Tracey and especially her little travelogue as she travels from Australia to Amsterdam, then the UK and then later into Europe, and that's where her trouble really starts. Like to see where this will go in the next books, with more Hunters (I hope) and more of the other races, as well as the start of some sort of grudging friendship with Etienne and Tracey, and the two male Knowledgeables as well as those Canadians ( and maybe we'll know about those American Hunters everyone is scared of). ( )
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"Sometimes I think you are but one step away from becoming my mortal enemy. How is that?" Alexander Rossus, The Wild Throne.
"Sometimes I think you are but one step away from becoming my mortal enemy. How is that?"
Alexander Rossus, from 'The Wild Throne'.
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For Dad, for letting me do what I want & Anth, for making me do it.
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A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
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I'm your new best friend, Tracey, and you're going to hate me.
"I didn't run away. I just wanted a change of scenery." Tracey
We are both Special People with the same Talent or Gift, and that Talent defines the race we are. As you predicted in your own, tasteful, way, you are indeed a smart-arse. You are a Knowledgeable. I'm not that knowledgeable on anything specific- That is not what I meant. We are the definite articles, you and I. We are both Knowledgeables. We have the capacity to know everything.
"If she wasn't such an arrogant unfeeling, self-serving, spiteful woman I'd probably find her amusing company. Hey, sometimes I do, but I feel guilty for it." Lawrence.
So... you want me to come with you to Amsterdam to replace your dead housemate? Creepy.
"I'm your new best friend, Tracey, and you're going to hate me." Etienne.
You don't have to test their boundary of understanding by making everything you say so close to an insult – especially when I know it really is!
'You're my best friend, Flyte." "I told you I would be." "And I hate you." Flyte smiled, happier to be proven right than to be liked.
You are a bitch. Quite. You really don't care, do you? I really don't.
What do we do (as Knowledgeables)? What do you do every day, for instance?
I don a mask and go fight crime.
We could use the Chunnel, couldn't we? Take a Volvo? I knew she'd like an excuse to drive, and I liked to use the word 'Chunnel'.
Ah, why? That's an interesting question in itself. Why are we given these Gifts, and what is the purpose of some of the more obscure and esoteric ones?..... Active Clairvoyants see visions and have feelings and so forth, but they have to react to the information they perceive. They have to choose to act upon it. Passive Clairvoyants, if they are strong enough, have to choose to not act upon it.
I didn't know then that Jeremy had allocated that room to her specifically to irk her. Charming. But she accepted it without a grumble to irk him with her lack of reaction. What was wrong with these people?
I thought using Knowledge for the sake of it was like having a self-licking ice-cream. There wasn't a purpose. I've felt like the biggest, smartest, most useless idiot these last few weeks because I couldn't actually do anything, but now I know we can.
So now you're here prying into my life on the pretext of caring about me. I've dealt with less transparent people than you, Tracey.
Being a Knowledgeable does not make you smart.
'Always Volvos. Never thought of getting something else?' I asked. She frowned is if trying to fathom something complex. 'What, you mean a Saab?' 'Not necessarily. I mean, if you're after safety then what about a Mercedes? Or speed – get a BMW?'The three of them gave me a withering glare which I didn't understand. 'Not German,' Flyte said simply. 'We beat them in the war,' Jeremy added, as if that explained everything.
You are still the biggest pain in the arse I've ever met as well as the most dominating and didactic person both sides of the Channel. You piss me off with your fussing and cleaning and arrogance, not to mention the whole cocaine habit gets on my nerves. And the love affair with Volvos! Don't start me on them...
I don't think I've been given a present before, apart from mother's Christmas cardigans.That was sad on a couple of levels.
'This may sound stupid, but why can't our race just get along together and cooperate and not fight and snap at each other on the phone or in person, why can't we be like a group or a family or at least on the same side together?' 'You're right,' Flyte nodded somberly. 'It does sound stupid.'
Richard said he would have tried to save her! Richard also says the nurses steal his cornflakes!
I've talked to a friend of mine-' 'Liar. You have no friends.' A pause. 'I've talked to an acquaintance...'
She aimed the gun at my face and I looked up at the barrel thinking this would be the last thing I'd ever know, my friend killing me. Incomprehensibly, I thought of her then as my friend. I tried not to whimper as I said, 'Is this the last thing Jessica saw?' 'Ask her when you see her.'
'And I wanted to say thank you for not shooting me, even though you knew they would torture me... Or was that you being a bitch because you knew they would torture me, so you let me live? Were you being nice or being nasty when you let me go?' Flyte chuckled. 'Perhaps you'll never know.'
I looked up and saw the usual smug arrogance in her grey eyes, that fearless confidence that irritated me beyond belief and was somehow comforting because it never changed. I didn't want to admit this out loud but I did: 'You're my best friend, Flyte.' 'I told you I would be.' 'And you said I'd hate you.' I pushed away my tray and put my hands over my eyes. 'I hate you.' Flyte smiled, happier to be proven right than to be liked.
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