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None of us had known the layout to Marcone's place, so we'd chosen to approach from the rear, on general principles of sneakiness.
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My own aches and bruises and cuts and wounds pained me, but it was an honest, stretchy pain, something that was healing.
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Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure. I
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Loopy as a crochet convention.
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BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
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funny
nonsense
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All I said was, "I miss you."
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I parked somewhere where I would probably get a ticket. I planned to ignore it. Anarchists have a much easier time finding parking spots.
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Be.
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I could taste the blood in my mouth, from where I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.
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When most people lose control of their anger, someone gets hurt. Maybe someone even gets killed. When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there's reconstruction afterward.
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My laboratory," I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. "Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with 'mwoo-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhhh'?"
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Politics is the purview of scoundrels, tyrants, and fools.
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It was worse than murder. It was twisted, wretched perversion, as though someone had bludgeoned another person to death with a Botticelli, turned something of beauty to an act of utter destruction.
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Butters," he said. "Look. I know it's hard. But there's one way you deal with fear." "How?" I asked him. "You stand up and you kick it in the fucking teeth,"
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It's easy to see what choices one should have made after it is too late to go back.
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Suppose I tell you to fuck off." "I will no longer be in a playful mood," it purred. "I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses andtales of terror"
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Significance is cumulative--but not always obvious.
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Stop learning, start dying,
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Your death doesn't belong to me. We flipped a coin. I lost.
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Fighting is never good. But sometimes necessary.
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He had to give humans credit where it was due - they did seem to have a knack for building interesting places for cats to explore.
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You know how to use magic?" I asked. "I prefer calculus."
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There's a big yellow exclamation point floating over his head." After a brief pause, I added, "I'm not crazy. My mother had me tested."
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I hear that they make disinfectants that don't hurt these days. But Charity used iodine.
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Duty flows uphill and down." He"
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I kind of felt bad for them. Getting punched out by a dame was not going to pad their goon resumes.
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Books were expensive, as well. But she'd read enough of them to know that they were only as valuable as the contents of their writers' minds--and to her it seemed that a great many writers, had they been merchants, would have precious little inventory.
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What one deserves and what one experiences are seldom congruent.
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duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.
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It's irrational and childish for me to be upset, and I don't care.
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More than anything, she wanted to be someplace warm and safe--but duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.
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Peace cannot be bought, Aleron," he murmured to LaFortier. "History teaches that lesson. I learned it. You should have, too." LaFortier" --
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Then why, Michael asked "are you expecting perfection out of yourself? Do you really think you're that much better than the rest of us? That your powers make you a higher quality of human being? That your knowledge places you on a higher plane than everyone else on this world?"
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guard glowered at me in silence, of course. It was an act. No one could resist my bluff and manly charisma. In his heart of hearts, he wanted to be friends with me. I just knew it.
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You can use just about anything to make a magic circle, but salt is often the most practical. It's a symbol of the earth and of purity, and it doesn't draw ants. You use sugar to make a circle on the carpet only once. Let me tell you.
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Beer, brewed in cauldrons the size of houses by machines and then served cold. It has no soul. It isn't worthy of the name.
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I'd fallen victim to one of the other classic blunders, along with not getting involved in a land war in Asia and never going in against a Sicilian when death was on the line.
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Never again. Tell them that. Never again. Or Hell itself will not hide you from me.
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never-again
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With your head, the wall breaks first.
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One more tip, kids. If you had any real talent, the air would practically have been on fire when you got ready to throw down. But you losers don't have enough magic between you to turn cereal into breakfast.
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That's kind of awesome," I said. "Children frequently are," Michael said."
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I was a man seeking power. For good reasons, maybe. But I wasn't going to lie to myself or anyone else about my actions. If I killed him, I would be taking a life, something that was not mine to take. I would be committing deliberate, calculated murder.
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Gimme a minute," I said, and felt myself baring my teeth in a grin. "How does the leg feel?" "I've had worse," Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound--but it supported his weight. "Only a flesh wound." "Yeah," I said. "'Tis but a scratch. Come on, ya pansy." He blinked and looked at me. "Pansy?" "Oh," I said. "You weren't quoting the movie. Sorry." "Movie?" "Holy Grail?" "Nicodemus..
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Dresden," he said quietly. "Yeah?" "I didn't tell anyone about Molly. What she tried to do to Ana. I . . . I didn't tell." I stared at him, unable to speak. His eyes became cloudy. "Do you know why I didn't? Why I came to you?" I shook my head. "Because I knew," he whispered. He lifted his right hand, and I gripped it hard. "I knew that you knew how it felt to be an innocent man hounded by the Wardens." It was the closest he'd ever come to ..
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