“You know a lot of sick people,” he said. “I know a lot of dead people.” Sandro reached over to a shelf above the scanner, dug in behind some beakers and flasks, and pulled out a necklace. A rabbit’s foot… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“You know a lot of sick people,” he said. “I know a lot of dead people.” Sandro reached over to a shelf above the… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“It's us, you know, it's us who can't handle that kind of love. We're apes. Literally. We don't know shit about unconditional love. So… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“They hate women,” Moore said. “Serial killers are the zenith of misogyny.” “No, Mr. Moore, that would be the invention of the corset,” — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“The dance took place on a viewpoint level of Tower Four. Each hour, the whole floor would make a single revolution, so couples at… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“For the first time in Javier’s life, he understood why the Tin-Man had wanted a heart. It would be better, if he knew what… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“Charlotte leveled him with a glare the likes of which he had never seen in synthetic women. It seemed to penetrate his every cell,… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“She looked up and he was looking at her, too, and it was like kissing - or perhaps the moment just before kissing, or… — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“It wasn't a hug - hugs ended quickly, even long ones, but this one persisted into something else entirely.” — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
“It was too late, of course, for California. But California has always been a place where dreams go to live or die.” — Madeline Ashby Copy Share Image
