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Name the different kinds of people,' said Miss Lupescu. 'Now.' Bod thought for a moment. 'The living,' he said. 'Er. The dead.' He stopped. Then, '... Cats?' he offered, uncertainly.
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challenge
dead
guess
humor
kinds
kinds-of-people
living
people
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Neil Gaiman |
62239c4
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O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude...
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dead
invisible
memory
minds
poetry
rectitude
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George Eliot |
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Sometimes dead is better
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dead
death
undead
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Stephen King |
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Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
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act
acting
actor
actors
adage
adages
animal
animals
aphorism
aphorisms
audacity
axiom
axioms
balls
be-yourself
boldness
brave
bravery
cojones
conform
conforming
conformity
courage
courageous
courageousness
daring
dead
death
deep
dictum
dictums
die
epigram
epigrams
facade
façades
fear
fearful
fearlessness
fit-in
fitting-in
fruit
fruits
gallantry
gnome
gnomes
grit
guts
hardihood
heroism
herself
himself
human
human-being
human-beings
humans
humor
humour
insightful
inspiration
inspirational
inspire
inspired
intrepidity
kill
killed
lemon
lemons
made-me-think
make-you-think
maxim
maxims
motivated
motivational
motive
moxie
murder
murdered
nerve
nonconformity
oneself
orange
people
peoples
person
persons
plant
plants
pluck
pluckiness
pretend
pretender
pretenders
pretending
produce
profound
proverb
proverbs
provoke-thought
quotation
quotations
quote
quotes
satire
satirical
saying
sayings
self
spunk
standing-out
standout
themselves
thought-provoking
thoughtful
tree
trees
true-grit
valour
words-to-live-by
yourself
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana |
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Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
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dead
fat
fed
starving
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Emily Dickinson |
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For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...
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|
bradbury
dead
destroyed
dust
fahrinheit
jackets
knowledge
many
more
nothing
pages
person
ray
so
to
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Ray Bradbury |
0f1111a
|
Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there's something dead about it, something deserted.
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|
arms
body
dead
desire
fantasy
lack
love
need
sex
solitude
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Margaret Atwood |
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The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead.
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|
carpe-diem
dead
death
dream
dying
existing
life
life-and-death
living
reality
truths
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Arundhati Roy |
d8e6446
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Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.
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augustus-waters
dead
hazel
hazel-grace
hazel-grace-lancaster
john-green
people
tfios
the-fault-in-our-stars
|
John Green |
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"A great battle is a terrible thing," the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart."
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|
dead
george-r-r-martin
hardship
heartbreak
hope
hope-for-the-hopeless
hopefulness
keep-the-faith
knights
searching
strength
strength-through-adversity
struggle
struggling
true
warriors
|
George R.R. Martin |
8865291
|
The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead.
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dead
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Marya Hornbacher |
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"For now. But if I ever decide you're useless, you are a dead man." To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service." Bravo." Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with genuine feeling. "Bra-vo!"
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dead
glass
imperial
looking
man
odd
random
redd
seeing
service
useless
viciousness
vollrath
wars
wonderland
|
Frank Beddor |
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I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.
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|
dead
fear
forgetfulness
memory
needles
nightmare
whispers
wind
world
|
Christopher Pike |
632c6c0
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The dead think they can get away with anything because you'll feel sorry for them. If you play cards with the dead, make sure you deal and don't let them buy you drinks. They'll slip you a formaldehyde roofie and pry the gold fillings out of your teeth.
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dead
|
Richard Kadrey |
6cdd690
|
...,dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.
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|
dead
flaw
hell
humor
palahniuk
|
Chuck Palahniuk |
088bfe6
|
The dark sky. A hundred million stars. More stars than I've ever seen before. My eyes let me see farther, but they don't show me the one thing I want to see. I would trade all the stars in the universe if I could just have him back again. Wind whistles through the trees nearby. Birdsong weaves in and out of the sound. The hybrids emerge from the communication building, heads tilted to the sky. And then we see the end. Godspeed's engine was nuclear; who knows what fueled the biological weapons. But they explode together. In space, they don't make the familiar mushroom cloud. They don't make the boom! of an exploding bomb. There is, against the dark sky, a brief flash of light. It is filled with colors, like a nebula or the aurora borealis, bursting like a popped bubble. Nothing else--no sound of an explosion, no tremors in the earth, no smell of smoke. Not here, on the surface of the planet. Nothing else to signify Elder's death. Just light. And then it's gone. And then he's gone.
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|
atu-series
aurora
burst
dead
death
elder
galaxy
gone
lost
nebula
shades-of-earth
sky
stars
universe
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Beth Revis |
d9c35b2
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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
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|
baby
buy
child
children
cry
crying
dead
death
eyes
glare
glares
glaring
kid
kids
life
money-monetary
plead
pleading
talk
talking
young
young-adults
youth
|
V.C. Andrews |
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"That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is "supposed to be"...'Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else."
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|
aside
be
complete
dead
decide
destiny
discover
done
end
fate
finish
forget
forgo
future
good
honesty
life
meant
not
over
part
past
path
present
section
set
survive
to
truth
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Robin Hobb |
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...when one is alone it is impossible to be dead.
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dead
|
Adolfo Bioy Casares |
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She said once that time is nothing to me but a series of bookmarks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me in the eyes of my more astute colleagues, as bearing all the characteristics of the classic melancholic.
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|
dead
depression
family
friendship
grief
lost
melancholy
mental-illness
mourning
professional
reflection
regret
remember
sad
the-past
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Dennis Lehane |
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"Here's the thing," he said. "People see me as a bridge. I'm not as alive as I used to be, but I'm not yet dead. I'm sort of...in-between"
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|
bridge
dead
dying
in-between
|
Mitch Albom |
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The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are...There's a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive...
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|
away
bear
dead
flannery
it
living
mason
o-connor
tarwater
the
violent
|
Flannery O'Connor |
1d5648b
|
What does the body matter if the soul is dead?
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|
dead
matter
soul
|
Francine Rivers |
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|
"Whatever she is now she's better than she was," said Bedloe. "Being dead is better than being dull, being dead is better than not being aware."
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|
dead
dull
ignorant
|
Ray Bradbury |
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|
Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her? His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.
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|
change
dead
death
decision
hope
murder
murderer
zombies
|
Richard Matheson |
2e66850
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I can't look people in the eye and tell them that they're going to die anymore.
|
|
angel
azrael
dead
death
die
dying
empathy
eye
grim-reaper
look
morality
pale-horseman
sadness
scythe
sympathy
tell
|
Rebecca McNutt |
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|
"...Do you think there's somewhere else, some other place to go after this one?" Mandy blurted out. "You mean when you die, where will you end up?" Alecto asked her. "...I wouldn't know... back to whatever void there is, I suppose." "I've thought about it... every living thing dies alone, it'll be lonely after death," Mandy sighed sadly. "That freaks me out, does it scare you?" "I don't want to be alone," Alecto replied wearily. "We won't be, though. We'll be dead, so we'll just be darkness, not much else, just memories, nostalgia and darkness." "I don't want to be any of that either though," Mandy exclaimed, bursting into tears and crying, keeping her eyes to the floor, her voice shaky as she spoke to him. "When we die, we'll still be nothing, the world will still be nothing, everything'll just be nothing!" "You're real though, at least that's something," Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly."
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|
dead
death
depression
disturbing
dying
frightened
funeral
grief
grim
heaven
imagination
kill
lost
misery
nirvana
nostalgia
purgatory
sadness
scary
spooky
time
truth
void
|
Rebecca McNutt |
a0fc83d
|
Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people.
|
|
career
dead
death
dying
friend
friendship
funeral
lonely
morbid
mortician
undertaker
|
Rebecca McNutt |
b5baf5a
|
You want to go out to dinner sometime? Sorry, no. I'm married, not hungry, infected with seven unknown diseases, gay, pregnant with lizards and clinically dead.
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|
dead
dinner
gay
lizards
|
Warren Ellis |
c847202
|
dJack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack forgot to check if the ice was thick. Emma was still, Emma was late, Emma's brother is now part of the lake. Time has passed, Time has gone, Time brought Jack back wrong. He was solemn, He was brave, He left his coat on Emma's grave. Emma was sad, Emma was scared, But she knew inside that Jack really cared. Jack was lost, Jack had forgot, That he had a story before the plot. Jack had wondered, Jack had fought, Jack had remembered what he had forgot. I hope you dream. I hope you wonder. I hope you have fun because this is done. Keep believing everyone. Jack be fearless, Jack be bold, Jack drowned when he was 17 years old.
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|
dead
dream
fantasy
fearless
jack
teen
wonder
|
William Joyce |
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|
It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.
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|
dead
dead-body
dead-people
|
Mary Roach |
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|
It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.
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|
apocalypse
books
dead
death
decay
empty
library
metaphor
zombies
|
Richard Matheson |
5ddc8cd
|
Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!
|
|
change
corpses
dead
death
humour
normality
undead
usual
zombies
|
Richard Matheson |
e9ecb42
|
I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.
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|
dead
inspirational
love
sightless
|
J.R. Ward |
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|
As for what concerns me in particular I have only in my life carried to an extreme what you have not dared to carry halfway, and what's more, you have taken your cowardice for good sense, and have found comfort in deceiving yourselves. So that perhaps, after all, there is more life in me than in you. Look into it more carefully! Why, we don't even know what living means now, what it is, and what it is called? Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once. We shall not know what to join on to, what to cling to, what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise. We are oppressed at being men--men with a real individual body and blood, we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalised man. We are stillborn, and for generations past have been begotten, not by living fathers, and that suits us better and better. We are developing a taste for it. Soon we shall contrive to be born somehow from an idea.
|
|
dead
life
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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|
One may picture, too, the sudden shifting of the attention, the swiftly spreading coils and bellyings of that blackness advancing headlong, towering heavenward, turning the twilight to a palpable darkness, a strange and horrible antagonist of vapour striding upon its victims, men and horses near it seen dimly, running, shrieking, falling headlong, shouts of dismay, the guns suddenly abandoned, men choking and writhing on the ground, and the swift broadening-out of the opaque cone of smoke. And then night and extinction - nothing but a silent mass of impenetrable vapour hiding its dead.
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|
dead
extinction
|
H.G. Wells |
4be4a96
|
My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.
|
|
dead
girl
romancing
survivor
wish
|
Chuck Palahniuk |
7e33ae3
|
Across the world millions of lives are altered by the absence of the dead, but three members of Teddy's last crew--Clifford the bomb-aimer, Fraser, the injured pilot, and Charlie, the tail-end Charlie--all bail out successfully from and see out the rest of the war in a POW camp. On their return they all marry and have children, fractals of the future.
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|
alternate-universe
butterfly-effect
dead
ending
fractals
kate-atkinson
ripple-effect
survivors
twist-ending
|
Kate Atkinson |
f1710e2
|
This had not endeared him to exobiologists such as Dr Perera, who took exactly the opposite view. To them, the only purpose of the Universe was the production of intelligence, and they were apt to talk sneeringly about purely astronomical phenomena, 'Mere dead matter' was one of their favourite phrases.
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|
biology
dead
exobiology
intelligence
matter
universe
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
014a6a2
|
As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.
|
|
dead
ivy
kisten
rachel
twice
|
Kim Harrison |
3b59e5f
|
"Or... maybe I'm not going crazy. "Maybe I'm some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I'm just breaking down. I'm not sure which way is worse. Dad laughs. "You're not in your right mind, dear," he says. "No, no, no, you're not." And then-- --Silence. Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears. There's just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead. And, just as I'm starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn't soft; it's not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark. I don't know why--it makes no sense, the way dreams often don't--but I want to touch the light. So I do."
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|
blackness
breaking-down
crazy
dead
dreamscape
light
mind
reverie
silence
|
Beth Revis |
a7191c9
|
"I've got money!" Eve exclaimed in a frantic frenzy of hope, her eyes dancing wildly with the notion that there was some way out of this. "I mean, I don't know what use money is to the Grim Reaper, but I've got a ton of cash! It's in a hat box under my bed! I've got a bright red Lexus in the garage, I've got my engagement ring upstairs, it's real gold... there must be something we can trade off with..." "You can't bribe me away, I'm afraid," said Mr. Azrael. "Money means nothing where I come from."
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|
bribe
car
cash
dead
death
die
dying
engagement
engagement-ring
frantic
funny
garage
grim-reaper
hat-box
lexus
money
sad
tragic
under-the-bed
weird
|
Rebecca McNutt |
d56c0fc
|
cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs.....
|
|
dead
dead-people
|
Mary Roach |
6b9c2b8
|
Life is not the end, and death is just the beginning...
|
|
dead
death
die
dying
grim-reaper
heaven
hell
life
|
Rebecca McNutt |
1ea6df9
|
The best to do with a death was to move on from it.
|
|
best-idea
best-to-do
dead
death
die
died
leave-behind
move-on
passed
passed-on
|
Larry McMurtry |
3fff438
|
"Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. "...Callo, I'm so sorry that your life ended up this way," she sighs as she gets out of her side of the car, her feet burning from the cold as her high heels sink into the fallen snow. "Aren't you scared?" "I'm you, Geraldine... I fell into the same trap as you, anyway," Callo answers. His large eyes are shining with tears, but he doesn't seem afraid in the least. "...The dead don't feel anything, you know... not even guilt or regret. So, what is there to be afraid of?"
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|
apology
dead
death
depressed
depression
die
dying
emotion
eyes
fear
forlorn
forlornness
friend
friendship
guilt
gun
high-heels
kill
lonliness
mental-illness
purse
regret
revolver
tears
trap
usurer
|
Rebecca McNutt |
98faf21
|
compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust,... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...
|
|
cadavers
dead
dead-people
|
Mary Roach |
d4b0a2a
|
I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd never had a boyfriend. You just don't go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they're dead.
|
|
dead
humor
|
Meg Cabot |
eecfb07
|
said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Derek said again. Liam stopped. He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.
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|
dead
derek
ghost
liam
|
Kelley Armstrong |
fa2f398
|
"Fayez whistled low. "That is not dead which can eternal lie. Or, y'know, whatever."
|
|
dead
eternal
lovecraft
lovecraftian
refrence
|
James S.A. Corey |
871c944
|
I looked at Liam. He choked on a laugh.
|
|
chloe
dead
ghost
liam
|
Kelley Armstrong |