Clyde: "She's probably hanging out with strippers, sipping smooth champagne, eating nachos filled with goose meat or something like that."
Lydia Berman: "Clyde, you have a really weird vision of how rich people live."
Emily: "They were geneticists."
Lydia: "Wait, wait. Both of them were like lady part doctors?"
I look at you, and I just think somewhere inside those kind of yoked, strong glistening shells, is the heart of a really good man-crab.
Thunder Force, by Lydia BermanVillage idiot? Hello, Chicago is a city, not a village, and the best city in the world!
ChicagoThunder Force, by Lydia BermanYou know, killing people is not a recognized hobby.
Thunder ForceEmily: "Dear God, Lydia. What have you done?"
Lydia: "Emily, I didn't touch anything! Okay, I touched a couple, I touched one thing. I'm so sorry."
Sarah: "Do you have an appointment?"
Lydia: "No. I don't have an appointment. But I'm Lydia Berman. I'm her best friend, so. I mean, we're not currently, what I would say, "best friends" or "friends". Estranged, I think, puts a stink on it, that it might not warrant. But I guess you could say we're estranged now, but not in a way that's like restraining order. So do I just go up and surprise her?"
Sarah: "No, you definitely don't do that."
In March of 1983, a massive pulse of interstellar cosmic-rays struck the earth and its population. These cosmic rays triggered a genetic transformation in a select few, unleashing unimaginable superpowers. Unfortunately, these superpowers were only unlocked in rare individuals, who were genetically predisposed to be sociopaths. These new super humans came to be known as... Miscreants.
Thunder Force, by Lydia Berman