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His mouth presses in a hard line and he makes a call.
“Kate, what’s the issue?” he snaps. […]
“I’m not having either crew put at risk. No, cancel…. We’ll air drop instead…. Good.” He hangs up.Does this have anything to do with the Darfur shipment?
Are Edward’s crews going to skydive from a moving helicopter and down into the Rocky Mountains, all the while clutching a mysterious package emanating from Darfur?
One can only wonder why the delivery of the Darfur shipment isn’t the main plot. It sounds far more exhilarating than reading about Edward’s beautiful and impassive face pressing into hard lines.
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Bella, there’s something about him.” Her tone is full of warning. “He’s gorgeous I agree, but I think he’s dangerous, especially to someone like you.
I agree with Rose that Bella should run for dear life, but I have problems seeing how Rose could possibly arrive at this conclusion from watching Edward pose for the cameras for fifteen minutes. -
His mouth quirks up at me and he stares at me appraisingly. “Possibly… though there are people I know who’d say I don’t have a heart.
‘Does Edward have a heart or not?’ shouldn’t be an adequate plot to carry a triology, much like how ‘Does Edward have a soul or not?’ shouldn’t be an adequate plot line to carry a “saga”.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
