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2c4fddb
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Back when I was on my first assignment as a seeker, I was way out in Arizona. Brought in this kid named Clarisse.
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violent
rude
frank-zhang
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Rick Riordan |
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1195f07
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Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.
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funny
fate-s-edge
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
violent
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Ilona Andrews |
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640bd9f
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The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are...There's a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive...
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living
flannery
mason
o-connor
tarwater
away
bear
the
violent
it
dead
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Flannery O'Connor |
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96ece0d
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Even though some individual scholars try to tell us there is no direct connection between images of violence and the violence confronting us in our lives, the commonsense truth remains- we are affected by the images we consume and by the states of mind we are in when watching them. If consumers want to be entertained, and the images shown us as entertaining are images of violent dehumanization, it makes sense that these acts become more acceptable in our daily lives and that we become less likely to respond to them with moral outrage or concern. Were we all seeing more images of loving human interaction, it would undoubtedly have a positive impact on our lives.
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violence
television
mass-media
pop-culture
violent
movies
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bell hooks |
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3978477
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"Val turned, still naked, still impossibly beautiful. Only the gore spattered on his belly, chest, and arm, marred his perfection. He walked toward her and she couldn't help it. She backed away from him. He smiled. Sweetly. Like a boy. The dagger still in his left hand. And caught her arm with his right hand. "This is who I am, Seraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the hero of this tale, for I am not and shall never be. I am the villain." And he laid his lips over hers and pushed his hot tongue into her mouth and kissed her until she couldn't breathe and it was only later that she found the bloodstains on her dress. Her lips had been sweet, like ripe figs, her mouth a cavern of delight. But her eyes- those dark inquisitor's eyes- had held only horror and disgust. Val sipped his China tea the next morning and gazed out the window. The sun shone on his garden, giving the illusion of warmth, though his empty chest was ice-cold. He could have explained to her that a razor-sharp blade was kinder than a hangman's noose. That death delivered in seconds with a few thrusts was preferable to a laughing, jabbering mob, gleeful at the jerking, agonizing execution. But those saint's eyes would've seen the hypocrisy."
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murder
mentally
yandere
bridget-crumb
val-napier
passionate-kiss
violent
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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c9a486d
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ON PLAYING back the 911 recording, it'd seem that Mrs. Stegman was more concerned that the man outside her apartment door was naked than that he had a big shotgun.
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surprising
violent
noir-style
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Warren Ellis |