Mr. Dowling személy
Idézetek
“What would I have to do as your wife?” I ask.
“Be my right arm,” he answers promptly. “Support me. Help raise our babies. Offer me a shoulder to cry on.”
“No funny business?” I press.
“I’m a clown,” he grins. “All of my business is funny.”
I roll my eyes, unimpressed. “You know what I mean.”
He crosses his heart. “I will do nothing to you without your permission.”
130. oldal, 16. fejezet ( Little, Brown Books, 2015)
Mr Dowling belongs to another dimension entirely, one even crazier and more twisted than this undead hellhole.
Mr. Dowling leans forward and gently tugs at one of my bandages. He looks inside and makes a sympathetic face. Then he sticks a hand through the gap and squeezes something. I gasp with pain and he snaps back his hand, laughing like a hyena. He addresses Kinslow again.
“He apologizes,” Kinslow chuckles. “He just couldn’t resist.”
21. fejezet (Simon & Schuster Books, 2014)
As the soldier jogs off, Kinslow steps back into the crush of mutants and zombies. As we watch, Mr. Dowling slowly lifts his right hand over his head. He looks like a deranged flamenco dancer. There’s a long pause, then he snaps his fingers and stamps his feet.
Justin laughs. “If that’s his opening salvo, this is going to be a very one-sided battle."
16. fejezet (Simon & Schuster Books, 2014)
And now you know where the babies came from, why you dreamed about them and why Mr. Dowling has wanted to reunite with you ever since.”