--I lifted one foot from the brackish water, and the bunny slippers were soaked and drooped pathetically. Even the fangs seemed robbed of any charm. "Don't worry," I told it. "Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming." I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between ones's footwear. --POV is Myrnin, page 221
Rachel CaineI thought that you had stood up for the free will & rights of humans in this town.โ โDepends on the human,โ Claire said. โAs far as I know, Hitler had a heartbeat, and I wouldnโt vote him to be in charge.
Rachel CaineOh, hey, Claire,โ she said, and blinked. โWhere are you going?โ โFuneral,โ Shane said. On-screen, a zombie shrieked and died gruesomely. โYeah? Cool! Whose?โ โHers.โ Shane said.
Rachel CaineYou're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
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