Character: Dylan

Magically create what he now said was really unrealistic. But who knows what tricks resorted to the sadist, to some hidden corners of the soul of Dylan had the keys?
- And You... He would not be able to create, to come up with illusions like You: bright, real, "live"... with Only You understand that all this is actually real and can safely sleep. Know that You are our angel, who can protect and gives us wings, allowing you to feel almost free, he said almost in a lifeless voice and does strange phrase.

You have no idea how artfully he had the magic of illusion. Razak could even get into your head, see something that doesn't exist, make believe! And as soon as daylight gives way to darkness, I think that I will hear his steps, hated the laughter - deaf, full of hopelessness a voice said suddenly Dylan, hunched over and holding himself.
Now he looked, it seemed, through me. Before his eyes, certainly, revived the horrors of the past. The guy literally wrapped the heavy aura of despair and fear.

- You know how easily I could break your neck? angrily he roared, finding himself behind Emily. Dylan's hand gently slid across her hair, down to his neck.
Closing her eyes, Emily once again replayed in my head his voice, coming to the conclusion that he finally lost control, but did not stop.
- So do it. - she whispered and turned to face him opened her eyes.

Feeling like you just cracked the bone begins to heal, he enjoyed the pain. Only she can distract him from the thoughts that whispered to him: "How dare she, kill her, kill her now..."

- SIS, you're a hundred and fifty-four years. Don't you know what do boys and girls alone? - having entered the living room, he walked over to the sofa on which Emily lay.

Approaching the edge of the hill, she looked down.
- Hello, Emily.
Chest ached from the thought that Lilo has nothing to note nothing.

You're a natural born criminal.
- I bet you say that to all the girls.

Three burgers, three fries and three cherry pie. Do you guys what to get?

- It's wild that Natalie appears property. The most expensive property I have is these here boots.
I'm sorry, but those are my shoes.
- What's the difference, the thing is...
(Runs past a cute guy in shorts, Dylan eyed him in the trail.)
I forgot what it was.
- You're poor, filthy and wearing my shoes.

- Dylan, what happened? Where Is Knox?
For Knox don't worry - he's a villain!
What makes you think that?
- He told me, before you shoot me!