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One must be cunning and wicked in this world.
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world
wicked
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Leo Tolstoy |
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"Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him. He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Tink a scarf. Tink is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Tink is freeeeee!" Ren looked at me. "What the actual f**k?" I sighed. "He's obsessed with Harry Potter. I'm sorry." Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. "There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter." "You do remember what happened to Dobby, right?" I said. "S**t." Tink's eyes widened and he dropped the scarf."
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harry-potter
humor
tink
ren
wicked
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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"And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice."
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misdirection
wicked-witch-of-the-west
malice
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.
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romance
slightly
mary-balogh
wicked
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Mary Balogh |
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"Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked."
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wicked
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Lisa Kleypas |
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The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
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travel
inspirational
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.
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fantasy
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
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reality
melena
pregnancy
child
wicked
mother
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Gregory Maguire |
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In the old legends, Arachne had gotten into trouble because of pride. She'd bragged about her tapestries being better than Athena's, which had led to Mount Olympus's first reality TV punishment program: 'So You Think You Can Weave Better Than a Goddess?' Arachne had lost in a big way.
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funny
humor
athena
wicked
lol
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Rick Riordan |
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And now,' said the unknown, 'farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good - now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!
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wicked
vengeance
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Alexandre Dumas |
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"Why should I keep myself so safe?" he asked her, but he was almost asking himself. What is there in my life worth preserving? With a good wife back there in the mountains, serviceable as an old spoon, dry in the heart from having been scared of marriage since she was six? With three children so shy of their father, the Prince of the Arjikis, that they will hardly come near him? With a careworn clan moving here, moving there, going through th same disputes, herding the same herds, as thy have done for five hundred years? And me, with a shallow and undirected mind, no artfulness in word or habit, no especial kindness toward the world? What is there that makes my life worth preserving? "I love you," said Elphaba. "So that's that then, and that's it," he answered her and himself. "And I love you. So I promise to be careful."
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love
fiyero
gregory-maguire
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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For an absurd moment, I wondered if Ammit devoured the hearts of wicked cows, and if he liked the beefy taste. - Carter Kane
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carter-kane
cows
wicked
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Rick Riordan |
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Of course. You get everything from books.
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reading
wicked
knowledge
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Gregory Maguire |
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"Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only..."
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rain
wish
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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None so good that he has no faults, None so wicked that he is worth naught.
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good
wicked
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Edith Hamilton |
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Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
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fantasy
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia. Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing.
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love
lost-love
wicked
longing
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Gregory Maguire |
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To me, a wicked man who is also eloquent seems the most guilty of them all. He'll cut your throat as bold as brass, because he can dress up murder in handsome words.
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morality
medea
wicked
guilt
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Euripides |
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The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.
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carnival
october
wicked
dying
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Ray Bradbury |
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One never knows how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her -- is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is the very least question of definitions.
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philosophy
witch
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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I like the sound of words, but I don't ever really expect my slow, slanted impression of the world to change by what I read.
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understanding
words
reading
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
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women
ray-bradbury
wicked
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Ray Bradbury |
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Your transparency is just another one of your disguises, isn't it?
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lion
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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And now, these books. This. He touched PHYSIOGNOMONIE. The secrets of the individual's character as found on his face. Were Jim and Will, then, featured all angelic, pure, half-innocent, peering up through the sidewalk at marching terror? Did the boys represent the ideal for your Woman, Man, or Child of Excellent Bearing, Color, Balance, and Summer Disposition? Converserly...Charles Halloway turned a page...did the scurrying freaks, the Illustrated Marvel, bear the foreheads of the Irascible, the Cruel, the Covetous, the mouths of the Lewd and Untruthful? the teeth of the Crafty, the Unstable, the Audacious, the Vainglorious, and your Marvelous Beast? No. The book slipped shut. If faces were judged, the freaks were no worse than many he'd been slipping from the liberty late nights in his long career. There was only one thing sure. Two lines of Shakespeare said it. He should write them in the middle of the clock of books, to fix the heart of his apprehension: By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. So vague yet so immense. He did not want to live with it. Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it for all the rest of his life. At the window he looked out and thought Jim, Will, are you coming? will you get here? Waiting, his flesh took paleness from his bones.
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wicked
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Ray Bradbury |
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Staring at a world too horrible to comprehend, believing -- by dint of ignorance and innocence -- that beneath this unbearable contract of guilt and blame there is always an older contract that may bind and release in a more salutary way.
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hope
philosophy
dorothy
witch
innocence
wicked
ignorance
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Gregory Maguire |
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Oh God, I was head over heels, drowning underwater, in love with Ren- with Renald Owens. I was in love with a dude whose real name was Renald.
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love
ren
wicked
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs, natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world.
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world
talk
wicked
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Margaret Mitchell |
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The vilest of men and the wickedest of women likewise may do good from time to time, for love and compassion and pity may be found in even the blackest of hearts.
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good
compassion
heart
love
vile
wicked
evil
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George R.R. Martin |
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We've been wicked for such a very long time, you know. It does get tiresome after a while.
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wicked
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart. But there was more than one way to be smart.
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fiction
youth
maguire
smart
wicked
selfishness
young
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Gregory Maguire |
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"Was he he handsome?" she asked with a sly smirk. "Very. He is still, I think."
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beelzebub
cunning
wicked
hideous-beauty
devil
evil
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Nancy E. Turner |
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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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To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.
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munchkinland
turtle-heart
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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First off, he called me a bundle of kick ass hotness, and that really did sound like a cool compliment.
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ren
wicked
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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"Surely there is the handful of nursery marchen that start, 'Once in the middle of a forest lived an old witch' or 'The devil was out walking one day and met a child,' " Said Oatsie, who was showing that she had some education as well as grit. "To the grim poor there need be no pour quoi tale about where evil arises; it always is. One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her - is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not the devil? It is at the very least a question of definitions."
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wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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"As if reading his mind, she smiled happily up at him. "Gary really came through for us, didn't he?" "Absolutely, . And Beau LaRue was not so bad either. Come, we cannot leave the poor man pacing the swamp. He will think we are engaging in something other than conversation." Wickedly Savannah moved her body against his, her hands sliding provocatively, enticingly, over the rigid thickness straining his trousers. "Aren't we?" she asked with that infuriating sexy smile he could never resist. "We have a lot of clean-up to do here, Savannah," he said severely. "And we need to get word to our people, spread the society's list through our ranks, warn those in danger." Her fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt so that she could push the material aside to examine his chest and shoulder, where two of the worst wounds had been. She had to see his body for herself, touch him to assure herself he was completely healed. "I suggest, for now, that your biggest job is to create something for Gary to do so we can have a little privacy." With a smooth movement, she pulled the shirt from over her head so that her full breasts gleamed temptingly at him. Gregori made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. His hands came up to cup the weight of her in his palms, the feel of her soft, satin skin soothing after the burning torture of the tainted blood. His thumbs caressed the rosy tips into hard peaks. He bent his head slowly to the erotic temptation because he was helpless to do anything else. He needed the merging of their bodies after such a close call as much as she did. He could feel the surge of excitement, the rush of liquid heat through her body at the feel of his mouth pulling strongly at her breast. Gregori dragged her even closer, his hands wandering over her with a sense of urgency. Her need was feeding his. "Gary," she whispered. "Don't forget about Gary." Gregori cursed softly, his hand pinning her hips so that he could strip away the offending clothes on her body. He spared the human a few seconds of his attention, directing him away from the cave. Savannah's soft laughter was taunting, teasing. "I told you, lifemate, you're always taking off my clothes." "Then stop wearing the damn things," he responded gruffly, his hands at her tiny waist, his mouth finding her flat stomach. "Someday my child will be growing right here," he said softly, kissing her belly. His hands pinned her thighs so that he could explore easily without interruption. "A beautiful little girl with your looks and my disposition." Savannah laughed softly, her arms cradling his head lovingly. "That should be quite a combination. What's wrong with my disposition?" She was writhing under the onslaught of his hands and mouth, arcing her body more fully into his ministrations. "You are a wicked woman," he whispered. "I would have to kill any man who treated my daughter the way I am treating you." She cried out, her body rippling with pleasure. "I happen to love the way you treat me, lifemate," she answered softly and cried out again when he merged their bodies, their minds, their hearts and souls."
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gregori-and-savannah
wicked
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Christine Feehan |
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Dictating condolences to the mother of a murdered husband whom you've been busily cuckolding for the last three years would take more than his limited social vocabulary.
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wicked
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P.D. James |
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- E tu? - Perguntou o Espantalho ao Lenhador de Lata, - O que farei se ganhar um coracao? - Zombou este. - Despedaca-lo-ei constantemente, suponho.
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son-of-a-witch
wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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Good gracious, dear, all of life is a spell. You know that.
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wicked
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Gregory Maguire |
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Le malheur est l'issue naturelle de la vie, et pourtant nous continuons a faire des bebes.
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enfants
gregory-maguire
malheur
naissance
quotes
wicked
vie
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Gregory Maguire |