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"They grabbed for me, but he bared his teeth in a smile that was anything but friendly - and they halted. "No more household chores, no more tasks," he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. "Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell, and don't touch her. If you do, you're to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?" Dazed, numb nods, then they blinked and straightened. I hid my trembling. Glamour, mind control - whatever it was he had done, it worked. They beckoned - but didn't dare touch me. Rhysand smiled. "You're welcome," he purred as I walked out."
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rhysand
rhys
glamour
mind-control
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Sarah J. Maas |
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"You dare glamour me?" he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own. Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall."
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violet-eyes
rhysand
lucien
rhys
glamour
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Sarah J. Maas |
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He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.
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nihilism
glamour
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Bret Easton Ellis |
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The happiness of being envied is glamour. Being envied is a solitary form of reassurance. It depends precisely upon not sharing your experience with those who envy you. You are observed with interest but you do not observe with interest - if you do, you will become less enviable. In this respect the envied are like bureaucrats; the more impersonal they are, the greater the illusion (for themselves and for others) of their power. The power of the glamorous resides in their supposed happiness: the power of the bureaucrat in his supposed authority.
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women
publicity
envy
fashion
glamour
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John Berger |
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"You could still be lying," says the Roach. He turns to Cardan. "Try her." "Your pardon?" Cardan says, drawing himself up, and the Roach seems to suddenly remember to whom he's speaking in such an offhanded way. "Don't be such a prickly rose, Your Majesty," the Roach says with a shrug and a grin. "I'm not giving you an order. I'm suggesting that if you tried to glamour Jude, we could find out the truth." Cardan sighs and walks toward me. I know this is necessary. I know that he doesn't intend to hurt me. I know he can't glamour me. And yet I draw back automatically. "Jude?" he asks. "Go ahead," I say. I hear the glamour enter his voice, heady and seductive and more powerful than I expected. "Crawl to me," he says with a grin. Embarrassment pinks my cheeks. I stay where I am, looking at all their faces. "Satisfied?" The Bomb nods. "You're not charmed."
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lying
glamour
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Holly Black |
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The happiness of being envied is glamour.
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social-anxiety
validation
glamour
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John Berger |