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a055e98
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Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.
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death
friendship
brothers
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Oscar Wilde |
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96e17da
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You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are
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humor
love
rhage
brothers
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J.R. Ward |
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250bac2
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I remembered my little brother, Allyn, had appeared so innocent and angelic when he slept--similar to Kerrick. It must be a survival tactic. If Allyn hadn't looked so sweet, we would have killed him while he slept. He had been pure evil when he was awake--similar to Kerrick.
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sleep
humor
appearances
brothers
innocence
survival
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Maria V. Snyder |
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62c541a
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"And yet here he was, looking at Jem Carstairs, a boy so fragile-looking that he appeared to be made out of glass, with the hardness of his expression slowly dissolving into tentative uncertainty. "You are not really dying," he said, the oddest tone to his voice, "are you?" Jem nodded. "So they tell me." "I am sorry," Will said. "No", Jem said softly. He drew his jacket aside and took a knife from the belt at his waist. "Don't be ordinary like that. Don't say you're sorry. Say you'll train with me." He held the knife to Will, hilt first. Charlotte held her breath, afraid to move. She felt as if she were watching something very important happen, though she could not have said what. Will reached out and took the knife, his eyes never leaving Jem's face. His fingers brushed the other boy's as he took the weapon from him. It was the first time, Charlotte thought that she had ever seen him touch any other person willingly. "I'll train with you," he said."
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first-greeting
jem-will
parabatai
brothers
tears
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Cassandra Clare |
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f37408f
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I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.
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family-relationships
trust
family
love
sibling-bond
sibling-relationships
unconditional-love
sister
brothers
siblings
family-love
twins
sisters
loyalty
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Gillian Flynn |
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0aa94ab
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"A gunshot rang out, blasting a hole in the door. A crossbow quarrel zinged through the hole and stuck quivering into the opposite wall. Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. "That was awesome," Seth told Kendra. "You're psychotic," Kendra replied."
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hummor
psychotic
rocking-horse
traps
brothers
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Brandon Mull |
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4b8289f
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...the thing with brothers is, you're supposed to take turns being the keeper. Sometimes you get to sit down and be the brother who is kept.
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nikolai-delphiki
fair
brothers
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Orson Scott Card |
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997eaa3
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This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.
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bdb-phury
cormia
lover-enshrined
phury
brothers
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J.R. Ward |
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744e5d5
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"How are you feeling, man?" he asks me. "Great," I tell him, and it is purely the truth. Doves clatter up out of a bare tree and turn at the same instant, transforming themselves from steel to silver in the snow-blown light. I know at that moment that the drug is working. Everything before me has become suddenly, radiantly itself. How could Carlton have known this was about to happen? "Oh," I whisper. His hand settles on my shoulder. "Stay loose, Frisco," he says. "There's not a thing in this pretty world to be afraid of. I'm here." I am not afraid. I am astonished. I had not realized until this moment how real everything is. A twig lies on the marble at my feet, bearing a cluster of hard brown berries. The broken-off end is raw, white, fleshly. Trees are alive. "I'm here," Carlton says again, and he is."
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confidence
reality
assurance
drug-trip
brothers
drugs
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Michael Cunningham |
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6ef2e83
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Oliver has stated many times his dislike of hearing advice from his younger sister, so it is his own fault if he has not got sense enough to see which way the wind is blowing.
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stupidity
funny
ignored
common-sense
brothers
siblings
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Patricia C. Wrede |
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be13c0e
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"God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the "Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close."
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sibling-relationships
brothers
siblings
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Douglas Coupland |
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54085f6
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"Adamant was clearly not long on tact. Periapt had tried to be diplomatic and Adam had blundered right into what could have been an uncomfortable moment. But the girl in question just laughed and the awkwardness passed. For a moment Andie sobered. Because the way that Adam had so bluntly blurted "Like eat her," reminded her that these were 'dragons' after all, and there were as many "bad" dragons as "good" dragons. And, yes, if the compulsion had been strong enough, they would have eaten the maidens. They would have felt dreadful afterward, but- But they 'were' dragons. This was what dragons sometimes did. She had to chuckle a second time, because after so short a time with them, the two were now "Peri" and "Adam" in her mind, and they already showed distinct personalities." --
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different-personalities
periapt
dragons
brothers
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Mercedes Lackey |
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ab46bd9
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"NASSER: (about OMAR): Haven't you trained him up to look after you, like I have done with my girls? PAPA: He brushes the dust from one place to another. He squeezes shirts and heats soup. But that hardly stretches him. Though his food stretches me. It's only for a few months, yaar. I'll send him to college in the autumn.
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work
penis
pakistani
british
brothers
england
son
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Hanif Kureishi |
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087ddfb
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Guilt is a strong motivator, sometimes even stronger than love.
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young-adult
family
fantasy
portal-fantasy
young-adult-fantasy
brothers
guilt
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Cornelia Funke |
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232fdaa
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Truth or lie... he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth.
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lies
family
fantasy
truth-or-lie
young-adult-fantasy
brothers
siblings
liar
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Cornelia Funke |
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7cde3ed
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Do you ever think? What? They were lying together on the sofa that had always been there, the crappy beat-up biscuit-colored sofa that was managing, as best it could, its promotion from threadbare junk to holy artifact. You know. What if I don't know? You fucking do. Okay, yeah. Yes. I, too, wonder if Dad worried so much about every single little goddamned thing . . . That he summoned it. Thanks. I couldn't say it. That some god or goddess heard him, one time too many, getting panicky about whether she'd been carjacked at the mall, or had, like, hair cancer . . . That they delivered the think even he couldn't imagine worrying about. It's not true. I know. But we're both thinking about it. That may have been their betrothal. That may have been when they took their vows: We are no longer siblings, we are mates, starship survivors, a two-man crew wandering the crags and crevices of a planet that may not be inhabited by anyone but us. We no longer need, or want, a father. Still, they really have to call him. It's been way too long.
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relationship
family
life
mates
partner
connection
brothers
siblings
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Michael Cunningham |
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77ef19e
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"I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected me." "You'd play your brother's own voice to him? After he died?" "And Debussy." "Did he ever talk back?"
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brothers
radio
ghosts
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Anthony Doerr |