“Oh my God!" a woman whispered loudly. "They're gonna do it on the front lawn!”
“They're gonna' keep chickening us, that's what they're gonna' do! They wanna' crack us up! ”
“The girl from the front row grabbed AIMii on the arm. “Remember, it’s bumpy.” “Why is the color of silence bumpy?” AIMii asked. “Because it’s hard to do,” she whispered loudly.”
“Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”
“Oh my God..."Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes...Her name in the Old Language.”
“Oh, God,’ he whispers, reaching his hand behind my neck and bringing my lips to his. ‘Let’s let the whole fucking world explode this time.’And we do.”