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"He talks pretty big for a gutter wizard," he muttered. "You don't understand at all," said the wizard wearily. "I'm so scared of you my spine has turned to jelly, it's just that I'm suffering from an overdose of terror right now. I mean, when I've got over that then I'll have time to be decently frightened of you."
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fright
humor
rincewind
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Terry Pratchett |
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Stop your whining. If you are frightened, be silent. Whining is for prey. It attracts predators. And you are not prey.
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cry
fright
predator
prey
scare
silence
silent
whine
wolf
worry
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Robin Hobb |
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How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?
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courage
fear
fight
fright
hate
hope
men-s-heart
mental-illness
mind
mystery
self-loathing
torture
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Joseph Conrad |
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He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven--at least in this life--was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.
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fleeting
fright
heaven
life-and-living
love
nostalgic
sky
tears
yearn
yearning
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Mary Balogh |
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In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.
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fear-of-unknown
fright
helplessness
terror
thunderstorms
wilderness
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Henryk Sienkiewicz |
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And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth. Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key....
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fright
hand
searching
the-other-mother
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Neil Gaiman |
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Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.
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fright
suspence
wilderness
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Henryk Sienkiewicz |
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...when you take fright and add to it ignorance, you get hatred. That's a very unattractive equation.
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bigotry
fear
fright
hatred
here-today
ignorance
prejudice
xenophobia
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