“There is always hope... There is always a reason to go on, even if it seems like a terribly small reason. You are loved. The galaxy needs you in it, and your absence would be a tragedy. You have your… — 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… — Delilah S. Dawson Copy Share Image
“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
