“It would be so beautiful if I wasn’t so sure everything I'm seeing is ready to jump out and kill us. Or fall on us. You know. Like the moon.” “Isn’t danger part of the beauty?” Rose queried with a half-smile. “Only on you.” Hans kissed her on the cheek. “Everything else can go ahead and be dangerous at a nice, safe distance.” “If that were anyone else speaking, I would throw them off the edge,” Tom grumbled good-naturedly. “Sickeningly sweet is still sickening.”
