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f6748c9
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Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.
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Libba Bray |
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f11f588
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I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.
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young-adult
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Libba Bray |
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5fe1593
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Give yourself to me, Gemma, and you will never be alone again. You'll be worshiped. Adored. Loved. But you must give yourself to me- a willing sacrifice.' Tears slip down my face. 'Yes,' I murmur. Gemma, don't listen,' Circe says hoarsely, and for a moment, I don't see Eugenia; I see only the tree, the blood pumping beneath its pale skin, the bodies of the dead hanging from it like chimes. I gasp, and Eugenia is before me again. 'Yes, this..
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Libba Bray |
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4c10ae1
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But Gemma, you could change the world." "That should take far more than my power," I say. "True. But change needn't happen all at once. It can be small gestures." "Moments. Do you understand?" He's looking at me differently now, though I cannot say how. I only know I need to look away... We pass by the pools, where the mud larks sift. And for only a few seconds, I let the magic loose again. "Oi! By all the saints!" a boy cries from the rive..
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magic
kartik
gemma-doyle
small
luck
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Libba Bray |
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53a6a3f
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And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
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love
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Libba Bray |
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58f2bae
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Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.
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Libba Bray |
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fe27692
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So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.
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siblings
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Libba Bray |
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516298f
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Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.
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Libba Bray |
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43a9bfd
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Helloooo." Miss Ohio rolled her eyes. "I'm from the Buckeye State. We are serious about our tailgating parties. I can turn anything into a grill."
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tailgates
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Libba Bray |
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34de37f
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What did I do to make Mommy leave?" "You didn't do anything. This isn't your fault." "Then why?" she'd wailed. "I don't know," her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. "It isn't fair!" "No, it isn't, baby. Not by a mile. The world's only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that's one less fighter on the side of fair."
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loss
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Libba Bray |
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926cbd6
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In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.
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Libba Bray |
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d72d740
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We fall into the great continuing circle of dancers. Some leave the floor, tired but giddy; others have only just arrived. They are eager to wear their new status as ladies, to be paraded about and lauded until they see themselves with new eyes. The fathers beam at their daughters, thinking them perfect flowers in need of their protection, while the mothers watch from the margins, certain this moment is their doing. We create illusions we n..
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Libba Bray |
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6a5e32e
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He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
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Libba Bray |
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ca9ca42
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Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
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Libba Bray |
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4e23cde
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You have a steady fella?" Sam asked after a bit. "No fella can hold me for long." Sam gave her a sideways glance. "That a challenge?" "No. A statement of fact." --
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Libba Bray |
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39d4ae3
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Mrs. Nightwing glances at the box in my hands. She clears her throat."I understand you've decided against Mr. Middleton."... It's best to be sure, through and through," she says, keeping her eyes steadfastly on the girls running and playing on the lawn. "Else you could find yourself one day coming home to an empty house, save for a note: I've gone out. You could wait all night for him to return. Nights turn into weeks, to years. It's horrib..
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Libba Bray |
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e73eb2b
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Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
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humor
boarding-schools
gemma-doyle
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
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c1dcea8
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We are made by what we are asked to bear, Ling Chan," he'd said."
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Libba Bray |
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5c38430
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Taylor clapped three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night." - "Beauty Queens"
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Libba Bray |
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1874fd3
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You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.
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humour
humor
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Libba Bray |
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d1b05e0
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Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot." Evie's parents stared in stunned silence. "Or so I've heard."
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Libba Bray |
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8756f68
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Como se inventa uno una religion? --pregunto Evie. Will la miro por encima de los cristales de sus gafas. --Dices 'Dios me ha dicho lo siguiente', y luego esperas a que la gente se apunte.
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Libba Bray |
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3475613
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The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die." He winks. "But not without one hell of a fight."
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dark-and-light
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Libba Bray |
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f4c2b6c
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Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
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change
love
rebirth
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Libba Bray |
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986e0c3
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The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.
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Libba Bray |
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b3108d7
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What makes a girl a girl? What makes a guy a guy? Do you have to be what they want you to be? Or do you stop and listen to that voice inside you? I know who I am. I'm Petra West. And I'm a girl. You want me to sleep somewhere else, fine. Whatever. But I'm not going to pretend to be somebody I'm not. I've done enough of that.
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Libba Bray |
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a41988d
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There was such fear in the world. But love was everywhere if you looked. It was the best thing about humans. That they could stare into the abyss and still open up their hearts. A spit in the eye to fear.
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Libba Bray |
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bcdf13e
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I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.
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Libba Bray |
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6ab1e01
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The key holds the truth
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Libba Bray |
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5b18c84
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You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.
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Libba Bray |
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c149f53
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Adina gave a little shriek. "That fish just swam past my leg! Creepy! Where did it go?" "To your right! Two o'clock! Get it!" "You are officially the most bloodthirsty vegetarian ever."
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Libba Bray |
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8240ca8
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If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like "And don't forget my soda, punk" while I strolled off into the night."
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Libba Bray |
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ada837e
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What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it's too late? What if you can't? Then you must find a way to live with it.
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Libba Bray |
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03eaac4
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I changed my mind. I don't want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker." "There are people who do that," Duff said. He'd barely sipped his rum. "Really? What do you call them?" "Alcoholics."
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Libba Bray |
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8687028
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One day, as Sarita tended to the wash, Gemma played in the garden. She was a knight, you see, with a sword fashioned out of wood. Most formidable, she was, though I didn't quite know how formidable. As I sat in my study, I heard screaming from outside. I ran to see what the commotion was. Sarita called to me, wide-eyed with fear, "Oh, Mr. Doyle, look- over there!" The tiger had entered the garden and was making his way toward where our Gemm..
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love
gemma-doyle
tiger
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Libba Bray |
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ae65e94
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Reality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though he doesn't actually see it or touch it. But to the Brahma, it simply doesn't exist the way the air and the earth, pain and loss do. To him, the banker's reality is folly. To the banker, the Brahma's ideas are as inconsequential as dust.
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Libba Bray |
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f19dabf
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Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
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Libba Bray |
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23c3b5e
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Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile.
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Libba Bray |
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4ef7261
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They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
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Libba Bray |
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a7ed28e
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Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we've got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead." "He's not dead; just very tired."
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Libba Bray |
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4d64a2b
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Oh shit! Can you say 'fuck' in a graveyard or will it jinx you with the undead?
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Libba Bray |
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78174db
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There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another...
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Libba Bray |
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42336c0
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All the times I say, 'Don't see me'? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There's a fella who loves you right here. I'm not perfect. I'm a handful. But you know what? So are you. There. Not sugarcoating it.
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Libba Bray |
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ba07c11
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Hasta la vista, bitch.
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Libba Bray |