Don Quixote Pages Novels & Stories

Page five is the bomb construction timeline, technical enough that Sage makes a sound when she reads it and starts typing something on her laptop without explanation. I hand each page to Dante as I finish it and work through six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and then I pick up page twelve and I read it and I read it again and I put it face down on the table. Dante looks at the page face down on the table and then at me. "Kira," he says. "Keep reading," I say, and I gesture at the pages he still has in his hand.

“Lie, I am. I’m making a mental spreadsheet.” Dmitry smiled more openly, and went to one of the shelves, pulling out a thick book with a navy blue cover. “Then here’s another point for your chart. This is Don Quixote, original Spanish edition. First printing from the eighteenth century.” “Really?!” She approached slowly, almost reverently as she extended her hand to touch the book, but stopped a few centimeters from the cover. “May I?” “You may do anything, Susan.” He said with calm intensity, watching her as if every small gesture of hers was important.

Leslie raised her right eyebrow, then turned to press play again, and the tune that had the honor of being her favorite began to lilt out of the speakers again. Leslie, still frowning her pretty eyebrows, asked again, "Why?" I couldn't help but smile, "I think Don Quixote is a very lovable madman." I've read this book more than once. "No." I shook my head, thinking to myself that my literary skills weren't that good yet.