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"Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate. "Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her."
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liir
sad
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Gregory Maguire |
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ae13dab
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Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.
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maguire
liir
gregory
of
witch
son
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Gregory Maguire |
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5c3ced3
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In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for military information that might come in handy to the resistance, and in so doing she'd come across a rum variety of human types.
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elphaba
oz
liir
out-of-oz
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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993de9e
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"You always said I could see the present," said Candle, when she could speak. "But I can see nothing about her--my own daughter." Liir smoothed his hand over her silky flank. "Maybe that's not so surprising. Maybe all parents are blindest to their own offspring."
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liir
out-of-oz
parents-and-child
the-wicked-years
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Gregory Maguire |