“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
“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… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“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?… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
