Darkly Dreaming Dexter (Dexter, #1)

by Jeff Lindsay

Imagine doing those things— How can you? Where’s your sense of dignity? But kids—kids are special. Father Donovan deserved to die. The Code of Harry was satisfied, along with the Dark Passenger.

I luv kids too

The wind in my face and the taste of the salt spray helped clear my head, made me feel clean and a little fresher.

Same

You may say that dear diligent Dexter gets carried away in his job, but I like to be thorough, and I like to know where all the blood is hiding. The professional reasons for this are obvious, but not quite as important to me as the personal ones. Perhaps someday a psychiatrist retained by the state penal system will help me discover exactly why.

Lol

don’t do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos. To force the nasty blood stains to behave properly, and then go away. Others may use my work to catch criminals; that’s fine by me, but it doesn’t matter.

So- he helps people but doesn't care that he does lmao. "the result is the same" sort of bs

FRIDAY NIGHT. DATE NIGHT IN MIAMI. AND believe it or not, Date Night for Dexter. Oddly enough, I had found somebody. What, what? Deeply dead Dexter dating debutante doxies? Sex among the Undead? Has my need to imitate life gone all the way to faking orgasms?

Wtf

Other people are less important to me than lawn furniture.

omg

“Hello Dexter,” she said in her too-quiet way. For her, two words were a long conversation.

Sameee

I did feel unaccountably good. I even ordered a batido de mamé, a uniquely flavored Cuban milk shake that tastes something like a combination of watermelon, peach, and mango.

Yum

bread crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, just the right balance of pork and pickle, cheese melted perfectly—pure bliss.

I love pickles

’Ta luo,” which was Cuban for hasta luego.

and "moin" is northern german for hello :)

“Thanks, Julio,” I told the cop. “Seems like more reporters every year.” He snorted. “Somebody must be cloning ’em. They all look the same to me.”

Lol

the team is on the road—Vancouver, Ottawa,

Yayy canada mentioned :)

I yanked my steering wheel hard, cutting off a BMW with a very loud horn. I extended my middle finger, for once driving like the Miami native I was, and accelerated over the causeway.

as opposed to driving the speed limit like a normal person ??

I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don’t know, but I’m almost there. I hear my friends calling.

what's your flavor of autism ?