“He sighed. "Look, love, I know I seem like a tactical genius, but really, I'm just a magician who occasionally kills a bunny or drives a train.” — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“He sighed. "Look, love, I know I seem like a tactical genius, but really, I'm just a magician who occasionally kills a bunny or… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“That’s the problem with indoctrination—the whole point of the First Order’s kind of education is to stop someone from thinking and instead kick their… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“It's a little scary, what you do." As I tried to figure out how to respond, and with words as sharp and cold as… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“I needed to take control of the dream. I held out a hand with fingers splayed and focused my will. “Zzzzzzzsssst! Pshew! Zzzzist!” I said. But nothing happened. “What in Sang are you doing, love?” he asked. My arm dropped to my side. “I was trying to shoot lightning bolts out of my fingertips,” I said. Then, quietly, “It usually… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share
“Let me guess. You think we’re going to live happily ever after, like some stupid fairy tale?” “Why not?” His stare dared me to laugh or, worse, to argue. “Because the whole thing is ridiculous,” I said. I despised the bitterness in my own voice. I sounded so damaged. Good. If he thought I was his soul mate for some… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share
“That’s the problem with following all the rules—somebody else is eventually going to get ahead by breaking them, and then where will you be?” — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“He was gazing down at me, and his eyes were endless, deep pools of pleading and fire and barely restrained something or other, and they were magnetic, like black holes, but full of flames, and yet gray, and yet full of colors and see-through and dancing with little flecks of glitter, and I couldn’t look away, and what pretty eyelashes… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share
“Honestly," he said with a grin, "how would that have worked? Oh, hello dream lover. Would you drink some of my blud so I… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“Criminy?" I asked. "Hmm?" "What are we doing?" "I'm having a meal with a friend while you squirm like a child," he said serenely.” — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“I don’t know,” I said, exasperated. “What else do you have in your wacked-out world? Heat sensors? Mine fields? Dirigibles? Booby traps? Machine guns? Shrink rays? What?” “Aside from dirigibles, which are rather expensive and rare outside of trade routes, most of what you just said made no sense whatsoever,” he said, as delighted as a child hearing a foreign… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share
