“Lehman?" Joy said. The word sounded familiar. "What does that mean?" Inq shrugged as she considered the overhead lights. "A human who has been chosen by one of our kind. Confidante, contact, significant ... " "Slave," Ink said dully. "What?"… — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
“Do you trust me?" She could still hear him, through flesh and noise. "I love you!" she shouted. It wasn't the answer he'd expected… — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
“I was born with the Sight, Ink," she said, voice trembling. "So tell me, why were you the first person I'd ever seen from… — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
“I am only an idea, a requirement breathed to life-an instrument. A tool.” — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
“Lehman?" Joy said. The word sounded familiar. "What does that mean?" Inq shrugged as she considered the overhead lights. "A human who has been… — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
“You never know how long you have-there might not BE a later-so don't let things go unsaid or unforgiven.” — Dawn Metcalf Copy Share Image
