Well, this summer has been one headlong dive into whirlwind romance for me. Ha! I wish! As You Know, I've spent most of the summer trying to run into Percy Marlborough (sigh!), the handsome young industrialist I met the day I snuck into the country club on a lark.
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. He's not human.
If anyone finds this, I beg you, call the police. Tell them our city is full of insect-lizard creatures that walk invisibly among us and feed on our emotions, an ancient eldritch race that see all our efforts and strivings as the caperings of monkeys."
— How Not To Write A Novel, "'And One Ring to Bind Them,' Said the Old Cowpoke"
Tull: Great and holy heavens! You don't know, do you?
Loken: Don't know what?
Tull: (laughing) All this time, we've been pussyfooting around you and your great Warmaster, fearing the worst...
Loken: Commander, I will own up to ignorance and embrace illumination, but I will not be laughed at.
Tull: Forgive me.
Loken: Tell me why I should. Illuminate me.