“You cannot just go and kiss me.” “Why not?” “It’s...rude.” “Rude? How can a kiss be rude?” — Camille Oster Copy Share Image
“eyes open, she focused on the man sitting next to her. “Oh god, I thought it was a nightmare.” “Maybe you died and this… — Camille Oster Copy Share Image
“He'd learned pretty early that the illusioned virtuous creatures were no more than that— illusions. Innocence was a community that was used up and… — Camille Oster Copy Share Image
“water dripping off his cap. "I am David Canning," the older man said, water dripping off his cap.” — Camille Oster Copy Share Image
