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Peter stared at his essay again, good and long as it was. It detailed everything, or at least everything he could confess to considering his chosen spin and the fact Bean's whereabouts had to remain secret.

He had thanked the leaders who had proposed to elect him as the next Hegemon. He had admitted candidly that he was not a viable candidate ( Read more... )

It was late when Peter finally got home, his hands stuck in his pockets, his head whirling with thoughts. He went up the stairs immediately, feet banging against every step just to make sure his parents were awake; then he walked up to their bedroom door and knocked ( Read more... )

For Peter, the dinner at Leblon with his parents and Bean and Carlotta consisted of long periods of excruciating boredom interrupted by short passages of sheer panic. Nothing that anyone was saying mattered in the slightest. Because Bean was passing himself off as little more than a tourist visiting Ender's shrine, all anyone could talk about was ( Read more... )

Peter hadn't lied, strictly, when he'd told Topher he had homework to do. Sure, he wasn't entirely truthful about the meaning of 'homework' - that would have been stupid - but there were a few important things he had to do he'd been setting up for all last week ( Read more... )

"Not even a proper goodbye, big brother?" Valentine called from the doorway. "I might choose to up and leave in the dark of the night, you know, and then you'll never get the chance again ( Read more... )

Peter was losing his mind ( Read more... )

"Wow, this whole Tony thing really crawled up your butt, didn't it?"

Valentine had been a big pest all day yesterday. Peter didn't know why he'd missed her thought coming back here had been a good alternative to soaking up teenage fumes on Fandom. Still, he'd gotten a lot more things done here: an excellent Locke essay to begin with - consulting ( Read more... )

"A few bruises," said Mother. "That's it ( Read more... )