A curious flick down. That's more writing than most people are getting. Armand's mouth twinges, a faint smile.
"Walking into a vampire's lair and cheating death is a little like bargaining with death itself. You talk of—well, not fearlessness, but your acceptance of your own fear, your own death. But perhaps there's the expectation you will talk your way out of it. Perhaps there's arrogance at play."
A little sharp, and the employee offers the kind of laugh meant to diffuse some idea of tension, maybe their own. You're not meant to accuse authors of arrogance when you get your book signed.
"I mean no disrespect," Armand is moved to say. "Only that it's fascinating."
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A curious flick down. That's more writing than most people are getting. Armand's mouth twinges, a faint smile.
"Walking into a vampire's lair and cheating death is a little like bargaining with death itself. You talk of—well, not fearlessness, but your acceptance of your own fear, your own death. But perhaps there's the expectation you will talk your way out of it. Perhaps there's arrogance at play."
A little sharp, and the employee offers the kind of laugh meant to diffuse some idea of tension, maybe their own. You're not meant to accuse authors of arrogance when you get your book signed.
"I mean no disrespect," Armand is moved to say. "Only that it's fascinating."