The Amazing Generation

I never asked for visions, I was one. In my future, I see myself regal and glorious, luminescent with the glow of my god.

When they asked me what I wanted, I said: ‘The world.’

The king of the Gods demanded a beautiful evil - and so I was born.

The stench of horse manure woke Max Einstein with a jolt.

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.

The field is full of flowers. None of those words is a lie, but they’re not true either, because they’re too small, too inadequate, too little to describe the field, its fullness, the flowers.

Daybreak was ?fteen minutes away when Eragon rolled up right.

Saphira's breathing quickened, and she opened her eyes, yawning expansively.

Eragon knelt in a bed of trampled reed grass and scanned the tracks with a practiced eye.

The sound was stabbing, slicing, shivering, like metal scraping against stone.

I am a white woman. I am standing beside a black woman. We are facing a group of white people seated in front of us. We are in their workplace and have been hired by their employer to lead them in a dialogue about race.

'Who wants to go to the beach for a swim?' said Dad.