“I'd arrived already except for this voice in my ear telling me to Quit!”
“Tell me what it will take, Jay?" His voice whispers in my ear. "I want you." ~ Rhye”
“I’d say my writing voice is original, and I don’t think you’ll find another quite like it. This makes me sad, because when all my clones arrive sometime in the future, their only hope is to try to copy me. ”
“You ought to have known I'd do it!" My voice sounded harsh and savage like a stranger's in my ears. "Didn't I steal a crutch from a cripple?”
“His English was exceptional. There was a glottal sound in his voice, but it was not harsh. I'd often asked him to help me with my sparse Arabic, trying to get my pronunciation of this or that word right. "Shukran." "Afwan." "Qumbula." Thank you. You're welcome. Bomb.”
“Tell me why.” My voice shook. “Tell me right now.”