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"You get involved to the point where there’s no getting uninvolved," Sophie had said. "Because that’s what love is." Well, then love was stupid. He had no place for it. Love was treacherous and it cheated and it blocked other people out. It burned bridges that could never be rebuilt. Love was just an excuse people used to get what they wanted. It was the all-powerful so-called virtue that people threw around like an overused trump card, a trick ace played to win the pot and beggar the competition. What good was love if it was so easily abused? What good was love if it could be turned into a weapon? - 'Vitro' [Corpus #2] by Jessica Khoury

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There is no brightness without darkness. There is no body without its shadow.

‘Vitro’ by Jessica Khoury

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“Look.” Eio says suddenly. He brushes some leaves aside and draws a line in the dirt with his finger. “What is it?” I look from the line to Eio uncertainly. “Huh?” “Well, is it a line or a circle?” “What is this, a trick question?” “Just answer it.” Guardedly, I reply, "it’s a line." “So it’s not a circle? You’re sure?” I give him a flat, unamused stare. “Yes.” “Okay,” he says amiably. Then he reaches behind me and picks up a circular leaf -Tropaeolaceae tropaeolum, my mind supplies- which he holds lengthwise at eye level, so that it looks like a thin line in the air. “Line or circle?” “Okay, smart guy.” I roll my eyes. “I get it.” “Line or circle?” he insists. “It’s both. Ha ha.” I grab the leaf and hold it upright, my eyes tracing its round outline. “It’s something Papi showed me once,” Eio says. “He said that seeing and understanding are two different things. Our eyes show us one side of an object, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t five other sides of an object we can’t see. So why trust your eyes? Why live your whole life thinking that just because you can’t see every side to something, those sides don’t exist?”

- ‘Origin’ [Corpus #1] by Jessica Khoury

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We're all human. Our roots are grounded in the same earth.

'Origin' [Corpus #1] by Jessica Khoury

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Îurukay

Eio gives me a sad smile. “You really are a scientist. Whenever we contradict one of you, that wall comes up in your eyes. We have a word for it in Ai'oa. Akangitá. Head like a rock.” My mouth drops open. “Head like a rock!” I clamp my jaw shut, whirl on my heel, and march off toward Little Cam in a huff. At first I hear nothing behind me, and I almost slow and stop, but then I hear Eio hurrying to catch up. I wipe the smile from my face before he sees it. He skips around me and blocks my path. “Sorry. If it makes you feel better, everyone in Ai'oa calls me Akangbytu.” “What does that mean?” He thinks for a moment. “Head full of wind.” My indignation, already thin, shatters. I laugh. “Head full of wind! Perfect. How do you say mouth?” “You say îuru.” He frowns. “Why?” “So if I called you Îurubytu…” He gives me a dark look. “Mouth of wind. Ha ha. Îurukay.” “What’s that?” “I said you speak with fire, Pia bird. Your words scorch.” I smile. “Teach me more.”

- ‘Origin’ [Corpus #1] by Jessica Khoury

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Origin by Jessica Khoury

Origin by Jessica Khoury

I’ve had this book Origin by Jessica Khoury on my “to-read” shelf in Goodreads for the past … I don’t know, year. I’d read the synopsis a few times but I had so many books in that “to-read” shelf that I never really thought too much about Origin. At the time, I was so obsessed with fantasy and dystopian that this science-fiction novel didn’t really register on my radar. So there is sat on my…

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Kalahari, by Jessica Khoury

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Book 18 of 120 in 2015 || Vitro by Jessica Khoury || 3/5 stars