The book I chose to take dialogue from is David Benioff's City of Thieves. I love this book and I've been meaning to read more of Benioff's books, but haven't gotten around to it yet.
Anyway, here's the chunk I chose from the final few pages of City of Thieves:
She grinned at me, that infuriating curl of the lips that seemed more smirk than smile, her blue eyes watching mine to see if I recognized her. If I were a little better at playing the game, I might have pretended not to, I might have said, "Hello, are you looking for someone?"
"You're not as skinny as before," she said. "But you're still too skinny."
"You have hair," I replied, and immediately wished I could take it back. For three and a half years I had dreamed of her---literally, she had marched in her oversize coveralls through half the dreams I remembered---and all I could think to say when she finally arrived was, "You have hair"?
Anyway, here's the chunk I chose from the final few pages of City of Thieves:
She grinned at me, that infuriating curl of the lips that seemed more smirk than smile, her blue eyes watching mine to see if I recognized her. If I were a little better at playing the game, I might have pretended not to, I might have said, "Hello, are you looking for someone?"
"You're not as skinny as before," she said. "But you're still too skinny."
"You have hair," I replied, and immediately wished I could take it back. For three and a half years I had dreamed of her---literally, she had marched in her oversize coveralls through half the dreams I remembered---and all I could think to say when she finally arrived was, "You have hair"?
