Lazar

Masterful Dialogue! Behold the Power of Words! Somewhere in literary heaven, a gathering of legends is unfolding. Tolkien glances over at Herbert, raising an eyebrow, while Robert Jordan leans in with a knowing grin. They listen intently as the latest triumphant verses from the mortal realm echo through eternity. This is not just any writing. It’s the kind that makes the titans of literature—the dead masters themselves—sit up in reverence and awe. Rook: Lace, listen. You’re not alone. Whatever’s out there, we’ll face it together. I promise. Together. Harding: I… I could kiss you right now. I’m going to kiss you right now. Rook: Lace, there’s, um… something we might need to… it’s your, um… magic… Harding: Rook?? Rook: You make the world spin, Lace Harding. Harding: Rook! Lyrium!!! It’s like, I’m infused WITH Lyrium!! Rook: I… noticed it when we touched. That night, when we… talked about your dreams. Harding: You KNEW? You KNEW and you still kissed me?! Rook: (laughs). Wow… I feel drunk… Harding: Yeah… it’s because I turned your head into mush!! Rook: Or it’s love… Harding: you boob! This is not funny! Okay, I’ll fix it! I, I promise. I will find a way and I will fix it. Okay? Okay?? Urghhh, damn it, no! Don’t touch me! As a mortal man, I am also humbled, enlightened, and inspired.