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395 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 27, 2012
I could picture it shining on some young lady's neck, part of an epic story full of romance and a Prince Charming who didn't turn out to be an overbearing, soul-sucking jerk.
He looked into my eyes as he slowly unbuttoned the three buttons and pulled each finger of my glove to loosen it. He brought the glove to his mouth and gently bit the tip of the middle finger. He slowly removed the glove with his teeth. It was possibly the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. And our skin hadn't even touched.
"He keeps hoping she'll fall and break her neck, so that he can turn her without guilt and be her knight in shining armor."
"Do you have any other accents?"
"Is annoyed an accent?"
"I've been fending off that little minx for years. Had no idea she was so diabolical. If I had, I might have liked her more. Or snapped her neck. Could have gone either way."
"We can invent show tunes and pizza. They won't know what hit them."
“A dream?” he said, one arched eyebrow raised. “You think this is a dream?”
“I know it is,” I said coolly.
He grinned. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t conjure me if you tried.”
"Perhaps that's the difference between predators and prey, love. I'll never stop hunting. But I expect that one day, you'll stop running."
"Because I want to die."
"Because you want to live."
"You think this is a dream?"
"I know it is," I said coolly.
He grinned. "Sweetheart, you couldn't conjure me if you tried."
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm letting you get used to the idea of me," he said idly. "I'm pretending to be harmless. Is it working?"
"Until you smile," I said weakly, and he smiled again, his face radiant.
"Can't help that love," he said. "Not around you."
"What else do you have in your wacked-out world?" I said, exasperated. "Heat sensors? Mine fields? Dirigibles? Booby traps? Machine guns? Shrink rays? What?"Dawson did not make me endure a lot of introspection. Letitia only ruminates in brief sound-bites, and she doesn't repeat her thoughts (much). She's not maudlin about it, either. Hoorah for an active voice!! ★
"...most of what you just said made no sense whatsoever," he said, as delighted as a child hearing a foreign language for the first time. "But it all sounds very dangerous. And fun. Especially the part about boobies." ツ
As they start to make out, she thinks: "and the smell, oh, the smell, like crushed heather and berries and springtime in the morning and bodies rolling over and over in the grass and everything covered with dew like cobwebs making mandalas of raindrops, and I couldn't stand it..." (umm...what are "mandalas of raindrops" anyway?)It isn't until several pages later that we find out there is a reason for her strong attraction to Criminy's scent (even if the scent itself is silly, not sexy).
"But I don’t know how I got there. That’s where the dream started."
"Wrong," he said. "That’s where the dream ended."
"What are your doing?" I asked him. "I'm letting you get used to the idea of me,"he said idly."I'm pretending to be harmless. Is it working?"
"Being around him made me feel young and special and full of hope, and I liked it".
"Darling," Criminy answer me, "we bring different gifts to the marriage and right now, we need your blood...