“You know,” Nerd said, cleaning his glasses on his stained lab coat, “I thought wonder was the opposite of order. That you had to break things to see the magic.”
“Nerd.” He finally looked down, and his gaze was a scalpel. “Well, that’s what they call me. My real name is Theodore Quill, but Nerd is more accurate. I’m a custodian of minor paradoxes. And you, Harmony Finch, are my calibration.” harmony wonder nerd
He was a boy about her age, wearing a lab coat covered in glittering, unidentifiable stains. His hair was a chaotic nest of copper curls, and his eyes, magnified by the comically large glasses, were the deep, frantic blue of a gas flame. “You know,” Nerd said, cleaning his glasses on