The key here is the sequences. It's about a mile thickness of rocks in the Middle Awash and in it we can see all three phases of human evolution.

awash with too many arms.

...I don't understand this gap you see between us, but can't you meet me somewhere in the middle?"

"The middle of what?"

"I don't know, the middle of tomorrow and forever, the middle of life and death, the middle of normal and paranormal. Where we've always been."

I bit my lip, nodding against his forehead. "There's a place for us there, right?"

"Always." He put his lips to mine, sealing our own little spot in the world. Together.

The key with Molly is to not do too much too soon. If we do that, she is talented enough to run with the best, and obviously, the goal and the hope is that she'll be at the level she was at a year ago when she was seventh at the Olympic Trials. I don't see any reason why she can't get back to that.

I'm an entertainer. If people are paying good money for tickets they deserve the best show they can see. I don't get into lighting stuff on fire, but I do believe in going the extra mile.

Watching middle-class conservatives vote for politicians who've proudly pledged to screw them and their children over fills me with the same exasperated contempt I feel for rabbits who zigzag wildly back and forth in front of my tires instead of just getting off the goddamn road.