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b69f07b
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"And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot." She raised her hand. "Don't." "It was awesome," George confirmed. "It really was," Jack said. "His head exploded."
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funny
ilona-andrew
fate-s-edge
kaldar
the-edge
shot
george
jack
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Ilona Andrews |
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9825d33
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Destiny gets compressed, you know, into just that small fraction of a second you have right in front of you at any one time. And there's nothing romantic about keeping your head down to avoid getting shot, or trying to save a friend who's been injured, or coming face to face with a creature who is as smart and mean and as terrified of dying as you are, and who wants to make sure that if someone is left on the ground there, it's you and not it.
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time
romantic
destiny
fraction
second
ground
head
shot
friend
someone
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John Scalzi |
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222ebac
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"And he's alone there, with the unconscious pilot lying a little way off for company, and some other guy he's never even seen, only spoken to over the radio. He wants to sleep so badly - dying they call it - and he can't. Something's bothering him to keep him awake. ("Jane Brown's Body")"
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shot
noir
dying
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Cornell Woolrich |
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024cee4
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"She tilted her head to the right. "You didn't even tell me you had taken the case." "I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander." "Does it hurt much?" "It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon." "Wasn't Nora utterly terrified?" "So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet."
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shot
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Dashiell Hammett |
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8e8a9e8
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"A second red-orange spearhead leaps straight at O'Shaughnessy. The whole world seems to stand still. Then the gun behind it crashes, and there's a cataclysm of pain all over him, and a shock goes through him as if he ran head-on into a stone wall. A voice from the car says blurredly, while the ground rushes up to meet him, 'Finish him up, you guys! I'm getting so I don't trust their looks no more, no matter how stiff they act!' ("Jane Brown's Body")"
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gunplay
mobsters
shot
noir
guns
mob
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Cornell Woolrich |