Sunday, 11 December 2011

passage

This is the passage that I have chosen to do my level design on. It's from the book Darkly Dreaming Dexter. It's about Dexter a lab geek for Miami Metro who is also a murder.


"His name was Father Donovan. He taught music to the children at St. Anthony's Orphanage in
Homestead, Florida. The children loved him. And of course he loved the children, oh very much
indeed. He had devoted a whole life to them. Learned Creole and Spanish. Learned their music, too.
All for the kids. Everything he did, it was all for the kids.
Everything.
I watched him this night as I had watched for so many nights now. Watched as he paused in the
orphanage doorway to talk to a young black girl who had followed him out. She was small, no more
than eight years old and small for that. He sat on the steps and talked to her for five minutes. She
sat, too, and bounced up and down. They laughed. She leaned against him. He touched her hair. A
nun came out and stood in the doorway, looking down at them for a moment before she spoke.
Then she smiled and held out a hand. The girl bumped her head against the priest. Father Donovan
hugged her, stood, and kissed the girl good night. The nun laughed and said something to Father
Donovan. He said something back.
And then he started toward his car. Finally: I coiled myself to strike and—"

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