111 Quotes by Misba

A monk’s purity procured through strict abstention won’t stain. Even a dead bird’s foul feather can’t tinge it.

Are you going to visit your pets?”“They are not pets.”“I think canceling meetings and visiting five-hundred-and-sixty-seven pets isn’t a good idea. Ren wouldn’t call it profitable.”“They are not pets.

He frowns. How unusual for a monk to frown or to think needlessly! Yuan shields his mind. His eyes closed in deep meditation. A ninety-nine-year-old monk who mastered time and desires shouldn’t let little thoughts infect his inner quiet.

Rulers define the proper, and the world of duality eventually sieves out the improper.

Yuan approaches the edge of the cliff. The waterfall feels like a magnet full of untainted energy when his hand has touched something dead. Although, the hand feels energetically cleaner after healing a life with prana. His half-aging, half-youthful skin at the back of that hand has tightened. It looks younger than his other one now. He examines that hand. His skin hasn’t felt this smooth for so long. “Recharge my car,” he says.

A text message visible in his inbox: You’re missing the Independence Day Speech, auto-signed with Ren. Yuan ignores it.The next text plays in his brain when he is not looking at the CRAB: Come on! The war-hero can’t miss the speech in Alphatech when the war hero himself is its owner! Ren.

Look, old monk. You can’t ruin this. It’s my Alphatech, too. Ren. The next text-message comes.Manage. I’m busy—Yuan thinks the reply. The CRAB in his wrist reads his thoughts and sends it to Ren, adding the signature YY at the end. YY—everyone knows it’s the signature of the founder of Alphatech, the signature of the monk war hero.

Don’t meet him. That monster has an agenda. Ren. Yuan’s CRAB forwards the text to his mind. So, he silences it.Why after two decades? Ren.It smells fishy. Ren.Just because he's a childhood buddy, you'll run to him? Ren.Maybe I didn’t see the Apocalypse with you, but I'm your war comrade, too. Ren.The texts stay unread in his CRAB.

Kusha didn’t ask, “What’s wrong with looking too beautiful?” She knew what Meera would say: “Beat me on the sand, and I’ll let you run as wild and beautiful as you want, sweetie.”