Chapter 2096 Flights Of Fancy
- Lyndon pushed aside the last swirl of practice dust and leaned over Quincy's sketchpad. The moment his gaze settled on the paper, his lungs forgot to breathe.
- This is amazing. No, it is something greater. It feels alive, as though Quincy had trapped a slice of moving time beneath graphite and ink.
- “I—I can't possibly look that impressive, can I?” Lyndon's voice cracked, the question more a gasp than real words.