5eb338e
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It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
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libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
12e0acc
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Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.
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horror
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
38f4001
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I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
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gemma-doyle
individuality
libba-bray
quirks
uniqueness
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Libba Bray |
787c113
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People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
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history
libba-bray
the-diviners
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Libba Bray |
d7d705a
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I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.
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details
gemma-doyle
libba-bray
truth
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Libba Bray |
9346800
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Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting in Kartik. We can be alone together.
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kartik
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
c6ca037
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One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
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death
libba-bray
love
miss-moore
romantic-ideals
truth
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Libba Bray |
c9b8790
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I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.
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gemma-doyle
libba-bray
thinking
using-your-brain
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Libba Bray |
e73eb2b
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Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
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boarding-schools
gemma-doyle
humor
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
ceb7699
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"Agent Jones held Sinjin's face in his hands. "I'm going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals." "How right you are, strange delusional man," Sinjin said."
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humour
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
c20fa89
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Just once, she'd like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.
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excitement
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
cf0e3c1
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Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
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libba-bray
queen
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Libba Bray |
7260f89
|
The land has a memory. Every stream and river runs with a confession of sorts, history whispered over rocks, lifted in the beaks of birds at a stream, carried out to the sea. Buffalo thunder across plains whose soil was watered with the blood of battles long since relegated to musty books on forgotten shelves. Fields once strewn with blue and gray now flower with uneasy buds. The slave master snaps the lash, and generations later, the ancestral scars remain. Under it all, the dead lie, remembering.
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lair-of-dreams
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
1e5306c
|
Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.
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libba-bray
queen
|
Libba Bray |
d6ac0d2
|
A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.
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gemma-doyle
humor
libba-bray
rebel-angels
|
Libba Bray |
4e17bfa
|
Free the snow globes!
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libba-bray
snow-globes
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Libba Bray |
e82c575
|
Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care--only when it suits him.
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libba-bray
rebel-angels
|
Libba Bray |
f3ff7c3
|
You're not a man. You're their . I don't care about you, or your brother, or your ridiculous organization. From now on, I shall do exactly as I wish and you cannot stop me. Do not follow. Do not watch. Do not even attempt to contact me or you'll be sorry indeed. Do understand?
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gemma-doyle
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
448ab63
|
Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.
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friendship
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
0d4c2b8
|
On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.
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libba-bray
new-york
the-diviners
|
Libba Bray |
0c14ef9
|
"Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it."
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gemma-doyle
humor
libba-bray
revenge
|
Libba Bray |
2669772
|
Didn't you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what's to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits out of their girls?
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bedtime-stories
governesses
humor
libba-bray
miss-moore
|
Libba Bray |
c6ec285
|
I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.
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felicity-worthington
gemma-doyle
humor
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
1d8c927
|
New Maxi-Pad Pets. Accessories for your period. Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.
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humour
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
65781b6
|
"He's attracted to the smell of manure," Felicity says. "You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love."
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humor
libba-bray
rebel-angels
|
Libba Bray |
2b5f701
|
This is how it is now. There is strength in acceptance, Ling. Your legs have been taken from you. But how you choose to live with that has not.
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libba-bray
ling-chan
|
Libba Bray |
36eeab7
|
"Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. "Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!"
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felicity-worthington
humor
libba-bray
|
Libba Bray |
e4a65d2
|
The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to the laundry stretched on lines between tenements, over dirty, broken streets where, even at this hour, hungry children scour the bins for food. The wind has existed forever. It has seen much in this country of dreams and soap ads, old horrors and bloodshed. It has played mute witness to its burning witches, and has walked along a Trail of Tears; it has seen the slave ships release their human cargo, blinking and afraid, into the ports, their only possession a grief they can never lose.
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libba-bray
new-york
the-diviners
young-adult
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Libba Bray |
86c40ad
|
" ," Balder murmurs from the backseat, his eyes still closed. "I looked upon your face and knew happiness." Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries."
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happiness
inspirational
libba-bray
love
|
Libba Bray |
d91c816
|
"My whole life I've been ordered about. Now I shall give the orders." I've never seen Felicity so wounded. "Not me," she says. "I never ordered you about." "Oh, Fee." The old Pippa surfaces for just a moment, hopeful and childlike. She pulls Felicity to her. Something I cannot name passes between them, and then Pip's lips are on Fee's in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their fingers entwined in each other's hair. And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them--the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship. A blush spreads across my neck at the thought. How could I not have seen it before?"
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gemma-doyle
gemma-doyle-trilogy
kiss
lgbt
libba-bray
pippa-cross
the-sweet-far-thing
trilogy
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Libba Bray |