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“Why did you stop looking for it?��
“Secrets of mesmerism?�� Magic Mama scoffs. “Look around, Kusha. The place you’re in gives you some problems. You either solve the problem or stay with it as it is. But whichever path you choose, it shapes your purpose. Maybe my purpose is more earthly: dealing with a gutter, getting water from a fall miles away. I’m aging. I don’t have time to earn more time, Kusha. I don’t have time for philosophies.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Kusha silently groans; envy is rude.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Clocks with hands and sophisticated wheels have more art than a digital clock. Right? �� Kusha beams when Rashad Gaumont praises her cars.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Why?�� Kusha used to ask Rashad, and she’d always get the same answer: “The unevolved kind brings chaos and wars.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Those industry-designed latest models, which hover in the air, are nothing compared to the story these cars have—Rashad, her adoptive father, encourages her. So what it’ll be slower? So what if it’ll soon rust? So what if machines age faster? Clocks with hands and sophisticated wheels have more art than a digital clock. Right? �� Kusha beams when Rashad Gaumont praises her cars.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“She went again and bought this car, too, from an antique dealer. He almost gave it away, saying it will never run again. It has the old days�� engine, the kind you don’t find in this era. A change of engines and batteries, a new set of all-terrain-tires, some safety trackers, sensors, and, well, a whole list of other things with 300% luck to make it run again through the Junk Land—the land outside the cities where it’s only ruins and rubble. Needs hard work, yes. But Kusha instantly liked the color of its body, the moment she saw it—a sort of green with greyish tint, and a good load of rust.”
― Misba, The High Auction

“Taha notices it like she notices most things Kusha does. “Angry about being angry, aren’t you?�� She smirks, still leaping.
Too late.
Subconscious reaction is a Low-Grade’s thing, Kusha reminds herself.”
― Misba, The High Auction