It was almost time. Almost. Almost time. Peter's palms had been sweating a little, and in response his own emails had gotten decidedly more snarky - you looked more in control when you were joking than if you were babbling. Right ( Read more... )

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After escaping Ender's room, Peter beelined back to his own room. The humiliation was just too much to bear, and he couldn't tolerate the thought of being anywhere outside, singing at people. It was as if the island really was trying to harm him ( Read more... )