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[...] I'd let my mind wander back to the newest murder; the clearness of the flesh the improvisational quality of the cuts, the complete dry spotless immaculate lack of blood.
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'Like meat-packing cold,' she said. 'Why would he do that?'
Because it's beautiful, I thought.
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I took a bite and turned my thoughts to Deborah's problem. I had to try to think of it that way, Deborah's problem. Not 'those fascinating murders.' Not 'that amazingly attractive MO,' or 'the thing so similar to what I would love to do someday.'
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He was out there, feeding his Dark Passenger, and it was talking to mine. And in my sleep I had been riding with him, a phantome remora in his great slow circles.
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I wanted to see this body stacked in the net on the ice more than anything else I could think of, wanted to undo the neat wrapping and see the clean dry flesh. I wanted to see it so much that I felt like a cartoon of a dog on point, wanted to be there with it so much that I felt self-righteous and possessive about the body.
Daily reminder that before Brian, Dexter didn’t really wanna get freak in S1
Until he saw what his brother had left him
Darkly Dreaming Dexter
But more than that, more than his message to the police and the public, he was talking to me; taunting me , teasing me by quoting a passage from my own hurried work. He had brought the bodies to a construction site because I had taken Jaworski at a construction site. He was playing catch with me, showing all of us just how good he was at telling one of us - me - that he was watching. I know what you did, and I can do it, too. Better.
I suppose thta should've worred me a little.
It didn't.
It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching as the captain of the football team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.
I took a deep breath and tried to remind myself that I was a good girl and I didn't do those things. But i knew he did them, and I truly wanted to go out with him. Please, Harry?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN DOEAKES' NAME IS ALBERT?!?! It doesn't sound good at all, Albert Doakes. I really prefer the tv show's choice of James.
Sometimes reading the Dexter books feels like a fever dream because what do you mean Dexter called himself a good boy (and a good girl in book 1) and just fucking barked??