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"My mama told me don't trust no white boy, even a pretty one. I'm thinkin' a pretty white boy with wings explodin' up from the ground in a mess of blood and ugly-ass bird things is double trouble." - Kramisha (Ch 5)"
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kramisha
hunted
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P.C. Cast |
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Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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motto
hunted
hunt
hide
waiting
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Samuel Beckett |
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c90a551
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They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.
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friends
comfortable
table
kate-o-hare
lee-goldberg
nick-fox
janet-evanovich
bus
scheme
hunter
hunted
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Janet Evanovich |
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"I dispelled my invisibility for a few seconds in his full view, a finger resting provocatively on my lower lip, giving him a come-hither look under a streetlight. His jaw and the bottle of Zubrowka dropped at the same time. It shattered, drawing his eyes to the sidewalk, and I took the opportunity afforded by his distraction to disappear again. "That was mean," Oberon said, watching the man look wildly around for me and pawing at his eyes as if to clear them. Why? I asked. I've done him no harm. "Yes, you have. You will haunt him for the rest of his life. I know from experience." You're haunted by someone flashing you on a street corner? "No. It was a dog park. Atticus and I were just arriving and she was leaving." Oh, here we go. "She was so fit and her coat was tightly curled and she had a perfect pouf on the end of her tail like a tennis ball. I saw her for maybe five seconds, until she hopped into a Honda and her human drove her away. And now I can't see a Honda without seeing her." But that's a good thing, isn't it? Kind of romantic? A vision of perfection you can treasure forever, unspoiled by reality. "Well, I don't know. In reality I'd like to try spoiling her, if she was in the mood." Look, Oberon, that man is lonely. He's too skinny and sweaty, and I'm willing to bet you five cows that he's socially awkward or he wouldn't be staggering drunk at this hour. But now, for the rest of his life, he will remember the na**d woman on the street who looked at him with desire. When people treat him like something untouchable, he will have that memory to comfort him. "Or obsess over. What if he starts wandering the streets every night looking for you?" Then he's misunderstood the nature of beauty. It doesn't stay, except in our minds. "Oh! I think I see. That's true, Clever Girl! Sausage never stays, because I eat it, but it's always beautiful in my mind."
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philosophy
granuaile
hunted
kevin-hearne
oberon
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Kevin Hearne |
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"I've never run this far before," he said at one point. "Or this fast for so long. It's better than sticking your head out a car window, that's for sure." My theory is that Oberon might be a master of Tao. He always sees what we filter out. The wind and the grass and something in the sky, sun or moon, shining on our backs as we run: They are gifts that humans toss away like socks on Christmas morning, because we see them every day and don't think of them as gifts anymore. But new socks are always better than old socks. And the wind and grass and sky, I think, are better seen with new eyes than jaded ones. I hope my eyes will never grow old."
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dogs
nature
beauty
philosophy
inspirational
taoism
new
granuile
hunted
kevin-hearne
old
oberon
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Kevin Hearne |