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0785d63
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Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn't desire his kiss, she won't be free.
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fairies
faerie
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Cassandra Clare |
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6dd8b14
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"Niall had been able to mask the odor of fairy from Eric in the restaurant, but I saw from the flare of Eric's nostrils that the intoxicating scent clung to me. Eric's eyes closed in ecstasy, and he actually licked his lips. I felt like a T-bone just out of reach of a hungry dog.
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humor
intoxication
fairies
sookie-stackhouse
vampires
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Charlaine Harris |
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611a834
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Of course you don't believe in fairies. You're fifteen. You think I believed in fairies at fifteen? Took me until I was at least a hundred and forty. Hundred and fifty, maybe. Anyway, he wasn't a fairy. He was a librarian. All right?
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magic
faith
fairies
stories
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Neil Gaiman |
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d8b9234
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Bring it on, fur-ass!
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fairies
werewolves
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Charlaine Harris |
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12b4357
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When I thought of the ferocity and strength of the fairy race, and the fact that it took all I had to open the damn blister pack and extricate the water pistols, my chosen method of defense seemed ludicrous. I'd be armed with a plastic water pistol and a trowel.
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trowel
fairies
dead-and-gone
sookie-stackhouse
vampires
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Charlaine Harris |
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29a7bc6
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We want to climb in with you,' Dermot said. 'We'll all sleep better.' That seemed incredibly weird and creepy to me - or maybe I only thought it should have. I was simply too tired to argue. I climbed in the bed. Claude got in on one side of me, Dermot on the other. Just when I was thinking, I would never be able to sleep, that this situation was too odd and too wrong, I felt a kind of blissful relaxation roll through my body, a kind of unfamiliar comfort. I was with family. I was with blood. And I slept.
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family
fairies
dermot
sookie-stackhouse
sleeping
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Charlaine Harris |
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6d322ee
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It is pardonable for children to yell that they believe in fairies, but it is somehow sinister when the piping note shifts from the puerile to the senile.
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politics
john-f-kennedy
kennedy-family
puerility
robert-dallek
robert-f-kennedy
senility
fairies
hero-worship
united-states
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Christopher Hitchens |
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1019bd4
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"The fast fliers are not disgraced." Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. "She saved us, but she's with him now." Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor."
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fairy-haven
kyto
vidia
peter-pan
fairies
loyal
traitor
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Gail Carson Levine |
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40ea440
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Why has not England a great mythology? Our folklore has never advanced beyond daintiness, and the greater melodies about our country-side have all issued through the pipes of Greece. Deep and true as the native imagination can be, it seems to have failed here. It has stopped with the witches and the fairies. It cannot vivify one fraction of a summer field, or give names to half a dozen stars. England still waits for the supreme moment of her literature--for the great poet who shall voice her, or, better still for the thousand little poets whose voices shall pass into our common talk.
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tolkien
poetry
witches
fairies
myths
mythology
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E. M. Forster |
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01338f7
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"To sum up: all nature-spirits are not the same as fairies; nor are all fairies nature-spirits. The same applies to the relationship of nature-spirits and the dead. But we may safely say that a large proportion of nature-spirits became fairies, while quite a number of the dead in some areas seem to take on the character of nature-spirits. We cannot expect any fixity of rule in dealing with barbaric thought. We must take it as it comes. It bears the same relationship to "civilized" or folk-lore theory as does the growth of the jungle to a carefully designed and meticulously labelled botanical garden. As Victor Hugo once exclaimed when writing of the barbaric confusion which underlies the creative function in poetry: 'What do you expect? You are among savages!"
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nature-spirit
fairy
fairies
spirits
victor-hugo
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Lewis Spence |
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8597eec
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[The materialist] thinks me a slave because I am not allowed to believe in determinism. I think [the materialist] a slave because he is not allowed to believe in fairies.
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humor
fairies
materialism
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G.K. Chesterton |