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The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.
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humor
unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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9c3fa43
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"A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until--"My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer."
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reality
mystical-encounter
unicorn
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Tom Stoppard |
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adbd91e
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"Oh please," Scout said."Don't take that tone with me. You know you'd love to have a minion. Someone at your beck and call. Someone to do your bidding. How many times have you said to yourself," Self, I need a unicorn to run errands and such?"
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unicorn
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Chloe Neill |
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5fa6834
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"I like you," Gary finally said in a low voice. "Thank you? I thought you already did." "No. Like, I like you. Before, I was just pretending. I actually think I almost despised you. But now I don't." "You almost despised me." "Almost." "And now you don't." "Now I don't." "Because...." Gary breathed more on his face, nostrils flaring. Then (finally), "Unicorns are fickle creatures. I don't need a reason to change my mind. It's been done and you should just accept it and be thankful I no longer plot to murder you in your sleep." "Testify," Tiggy said. "So now you have affection for me," Ryan said, "and you--" "I didn't say affection. I said I liked you, not that I'm ready to pick out curtains. Gods. Calm the fuck down. You're engaged to be married. I will not be your dirty little secret. I am a strong, independent unicorn, and I will not take your shit."
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ryan
unicorn
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T.J. Klune |
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8e4b8cb
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"The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said "Talk, child." Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!" "Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"
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looking-glass
bargain
unicorn
lewis-carroll
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Lewis Carroll |
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9167986
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Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.
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time
magic
nature
enchanted
born
virgins
pool
vain
unicorn
mate
forest
spring
watching
animals
unicorns
beautiful
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Peter S. Beagle |
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dbaa98d
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"I'm not trying to impress you," he replied, glancing up at the front of the room. "Gads," he said, blinking in surprise. "What is that ?" Hyacinth followed his gaze. Several of the Pleinsworth progeny, one of whom appeared to be costumed as a shepherdess, were milling about. "Now that's an interesting coincidence," Gareth murmured. "It might be time to start bleating," she agreed. "I thought this was meant to be a poetry recitation." Hyacinth grimaced and shook her head. "An unexpected change to the program, I'm afraid." "From iambic pentameter to Little Bo Peep?" he asked doubtfully. "It does seem a stretch." Hyacinth gave him a rueful look. "I think there will still be iambic pentameter." His mouth fell open. "From Peep?" She nodded, holding up the program that had been resting in her lap. "It's an original composition," she said, as if that would explain everything. "By Harriet Pleinsworth.The Shepherdess, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII ." "All of them? At once?" "I'm not jesting," she said, shaking her head. "Of course not. Even you couldn't have made this up." Hyacinth decided to take that as a compliment. "Why didn't I receive one of these?" he asked, taking the program from her. "I believe it was decided not to hand them out to the gentlemen," Hyacinth said, glancing about the room. "One has to admire Lady Pleinsworth's foresight, actually. You'd surely flee if you knew what was in store for you."
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humor
henry-viii
unicorn
sheep
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Julia Quinn |
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f7fe1ca
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We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.
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magic
family
love
the-70s
the-seventies
unicorn
old-fashioned
rare
elves
siblings
unicorns
superstition
twins
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Gillian Flynn |
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b0ee35a
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From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else. She trotted up and down beside her pool, restless and unhappy. Unicorns are not meant to make choices. She said no, and yes, and no again, day and night, and for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.
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time
worms
wanting
unhappy
unicorn
forest
restless
restlessness
leaving
peace
unicorns
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Peter S. Beagle |
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d781a8e
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"Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things." "Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?" "No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns."
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time
unicorn
changes
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Peter S. Beagle |
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21ea21a
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"I always thought they were fabulous monsters!" said the Unicorn. "Is it alive?" "It can talk," said Haigha, solemnly. The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, "Talk, child." Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!" "Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"
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lion-and-the-unicorn
unicorn
wonderland
believe
mythology
monster
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Lewis Carroll |
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1fd1690
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Unicorns know naught of shame, or need, or doubt, or debt; But mortals, as you may have noticed, take what they can get.
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schmendrick
unicorn
wizard
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Peter S. Beagle |
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a9e082c
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"Every time people give me presents, it just makes trouble." He thought of his Naming Day party, and the gift from his Uncle Alfrin that had actually started all this. "Especially if it's books. Someone gave me a book as a present once." "Then you'll know exactly what to do with these. Come on. Don't be shy. You'll hurt my feelings."
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location-7213
page-396
wild-magic
knight-mage
the-phoenix-unchained
character-kareta
james-mallory
mercedes-lackey
unicorn
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Mercedes Lackey |
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a5ca463
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But the important thing is for you to understand that it doesn't matter whether the clock strikes ten next, or fifteen o'clock. You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you can understand that -- then any time at all will be the right time for you.
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wisdom
peter-s-beagle
the-last-unicorn
lessons-in-life
love-life
unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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6aaa593
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"And at last she woke up in the middle of one warm night and said, "Yes, but now."
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magic
unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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64051a3
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I call her La Signora sometimes. Not for her to answer to, just for me, inside.
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unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |