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i love it so much

‘Of all of us, he confided most in me. We’d always been close, but since my return to the company five months earlier, we’d become closer still. We spent more time with each other than ever before. We worked together, we laughed a lot. I felt comfortable in his presence, and he in mine; it was clear to both of us, I think, that we found greater peace and pleasure in each other than in anyone else.’

SKULL GHOST REFERRED TO LOCKWOOD AS LUCY’S BOYFRIEND

‘…It’s just’ - he took a deep breath - ‘I didn’t trust myself to be with you. I was too anxious about what might happen.’
I stepped carefully over a fallen stone. Water was pooling around our feet. ‘Um, what might happen in exactly what sense?’


hehe

so there was a previous girl who died??

(part 3) I put my hand to my silver necklace, turning it slowly between my fingers…
‘We need a new agent,’ Lockwood said.

(part 2) His dark hair spilled softly over the white sleeve.
How did he manage to look like that after five hours’ sleep, lying curled and crumpled in the chair? Being half dressed never did me and favours; with George, it practically came with a health warning. Yet Lockwood managed to carry it off perfectly. It was pleasantly warm in the room. My eyelashes squeezed a little tighter.

Lockwood… Through half-closed eyes I watched him now, trapping him tight between my lashes. I looked at his long legs, loosely crossed over the side of the chair; at the bare feet, at the slim contours of his body half concealed beneath the rumpled shirt. His face was mostly covered by his arm, but you could see the line of his jaw and the expressive lips, relaxed and slightly parted. His dark hair spilled (part 1)

HIS SISTER

A polite cough sounded beside us. I looked up; Joplin turned.
Anthony Lockwood stood there. He was covered in grave-dust , and there were cobwebs on his collar and in his hair. His trousers were torn at the knees, his fingers bleeding. He’d looked smarter in his time, but I can’t say he’d ever looked better to me. He held his rapier casually in one hand.

This was classic Lockwood. Friendly, considerate, empathetic. My personal impulse would have been to slap the girl soundly round the face and boot her moaning backside out into the night. Which is why he’s the leader, and I’m not. Also why I have no female friends.

George gave a sceptical snort. ‘Oh, come on. You love all that mystery about him. Just like you love that pensive, far-off look he does sometimes, as if he’s brooding about important matters, or contemplating a tricky bowel movement. Don’t try to deny it. I know.’
I looked at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing.’

Lockwood smiled. ‘Oh, it’s just a Kuriashi turn. I can take you through the positions sometime.’
‘OK.’
‘Tea’s getting cold,’ George remarked. ‘And I’m on the penultimate slice of cake.’
He was lying. The Swiss rolls were still there. But it was time to eat something. I had a fluttery feeling in my tummy, and my legs felt weak. It was probably the late night catching up with me.

SCREAMING

just read ‘sex-cation’ as ‘sex cation’ (cat ion) instead of how it was intended, as in vacation.
giggling