34a4aeb
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She hated that will had this effect on her. Hated it. She knew better. She knew what he thought of her. That she was worth nothing. And still a look from him could make her tremble with mingled hatred and longing. It was like poison in her blood, to which Jem was the only antidote.
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william
tessa
herondale
james
grey
jem
will
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Cassandra Clare |
0c4c35e
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"Demon pox," said Sophie. "Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him." The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry called after her; Will leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle."
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henry
william
the-infernal-devices
clockwork-prince
sophie
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Cassandra Clare |
22c6e0b
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And nothing is, but what is not.
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shakespeare
william
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William Shakespeare |
bb8ab11
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"He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship."
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cassandra
clockwork
low
tess
william
clare
tessa
herondale
grey
company
companionship
will
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Cassandra Clare |
75ae661
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"Cough clenched, and vomited something chunky into the grass. Terrific. The big dog sat on his haunches and looked at William with a perplexed expression on his face. "Well, eat it back up," William hissed. "Don't waste it." Cough gave a tiny whine. "I'm not eating your puke." Cough panted at him. "No."
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william
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Ilona Andrews |
783f127
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"You call that evening the odds? You demolished them." Demolished. He liked that. "I left you one." "I noticed." "I promised to share," he told her. "Manners are very important in the Weird. Lying would be quite impolite."
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
odds
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Ilona Andrews |
de9d4e7
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"How is it different?" He rolled his head back, sable hair falling down on his shoulders. "With Rose I knew what to say. I could take a step back and talk to her. I remembered all the crap from the magaznies. It was easy." "And with me, it's hard?" Why? Because she was a swamp girl? And how did the magazines fit into it? William looked away from her. "I don't like it when you're away. If I don't see you, I can't settle down. If I see you talking with another man, I want to claw his throat out. And none of the things you're supposed to say fit." Oh, this had to be good. "What sort of things?" He sighed. "The lines. Like, 'You're my everything,' or 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
pick-up-lines
william
rose
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Ilona Andrews |
23b0767
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"It could be worse," he said finally. "Efrenia married an arsonist. Jake's wife is a kleptomaniac. I suppose, a psychopathic spree killer isn't that odd of a choice, considering."
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
bb51035
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"Oh, Gods." His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake."
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bayou-moon
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
90ba376
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Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
948fd4e
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"You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...?" "Oh, Gods." Ignata blinked. "You think something could be wrong down there?" All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. "That would be a shame," Cerise murmured."
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ignata
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
9cf089e
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"It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down?" She had no idea. "I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf."
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
wolf
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Ilona Andrews |
2633f68
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He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
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funny
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
hair
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Ilona Andrews |
38af23b
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"You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh."
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spaghetti-queen
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
eee48ed
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"I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No."
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
child
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Ilona Andrews |
777957c
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Slowly the reality of the situation sank in. He got his ass kicked, learned nothing, and got saved by a dumb dog and an old lady. If he lived long enough to report to Nancy back in Adrianglia, he would have to gloss over this part.
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bayou-moon
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
942d829
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"She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?" He showed her his teeth. "Yes."
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death
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
2a94fbf
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"Behind him Kaldar nudged Urow's youngest son. "Bet you he lasts at least thirty seconds." "Um..." Gaston looked at him. "No he won't." "Bet me something." "I don't have anything." Kaldar grimaced. "Pick up that rock." Gaston swiped the rock off the ground. "Now you have a rock. I bet this five bucks against your rock." Gaston grinned. "Deal."
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gaston
betting
kaldar
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
37a0df4
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A tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and William took a minute to watch her come down the aisle. She looked high-strung and difficult. Still, good legs. Mmm, smelled of mimosa, too. Expensive scent. Cerise smelled better, when clean.
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william
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Ilona Andrews |
8f7382b
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"She put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him."
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funny
lord-bill
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
11ddd53
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"A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes--"
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funny
cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
5454995
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"Kaldar picked up a rock and tossed it into the clearing. It landed between two wards. A green stem shot out of the ground, and a hail of needle-thin thorns peppered the soil, striking sparks off the rock. "You got any money on you?" "No." Kaldar grimaced. "What do you have?" William made a mental inventory of some twenty-odd items he'd pulled out of the Mirror's bag of tricks and hid in his clothes this morning. Not much he could part with. "A knife," he said. "Fine. I'll bet my knife against your knife that I can walk through there unharmed."
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betting
kaldar
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
bf0fc54
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William's eyes glowed like two amber coals. She met his gaze and flinched. No emotion reflected in the amber, only intelligence, cruel in a way the eyes of a hunting Mire cat were cruel. She saw no worry, no softness, no thoughts at all, only waiting. He seemed barely human now, not a man but some feral thing, knitted of darkness and biding his time for an opportunity to pounce.
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cerise
ilona-andrews
the-edge
william
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Ilona Andrews |
379fc1a
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If she dis her letter opener into her brandy, she can stab him in the neck. It will be a race to see whether he dies of the poison or the blood loss.
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william
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Kendare Blake |