Plans trickle into place, like a clock approaching the turn of the hour, or poison spreading through blood. Dahlia need not know what Dorian has done - and continues to do - to know this, and so she walks through Stormbreak's nooks and crannies as though already drawing and quartering her, assigning value to those parts where she might get the most use. This is a good part of why her feet take her through the quiet corridors of Judgement's Needle... but it isn't the only reason.
Who could prove useful to us; the phrase dances through her mind like synapses firing in time with Dorian's pulse, and Dahlia has just the man for the job. It helps that he is already a member of her the council, and it's pure entertainment that he is who he is.
And so, like a predator on soft paws, she walks the Needle in search of a man and his notebook.
Who could prove useful to us; the phrase dances through her mind like synapses firing in time with Dorian's pulse, and Dahlia has just the man for the job. It helps that he is already a member of her the council, and it's pure entertainment that he is who he is.
And so, like a predator on soft paws, she walks the Needle in search of a man and his notebook.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
