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I'm a monk.
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Maeve could have lost a race with a tree
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Success," he continued, "is achieved most consistently through cruelty and deception. Determination of the spirit certainly helps, but faith in Ferrol is a currency as valuable as a pair of shoes two sizes too small."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Mystics were about as common as two-headed unicorns. The few who existed lived apart from the world of men, remaining untainted by influence and corruption. Having a wolf as her best friend demonstrated the sort of wisdom he appreciated.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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' Bout time you married someone and stopped tempting every man from here to the Blue Sea," Padera said, slurring the words through toothless gums. "You know, wars have started over women like you." Moya scoffed. "You're so full of crap, old woman." "Brin?" Padera called. Brin tore her eyes away from the doorway. "Augusta of Melen, daughter of Chieftain Eisol, started the Battle of the Red River when she refused to marry Theo of Warric. Whe..
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Ellis Rogers, no one would ever demand compensation to keep people alive. You make us sound like monsters, as if people wouldn't help others unless they got something out of it.
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Yeah, that. Keep the pot. Bweak it. Give it away. You can do what you want, Woan. You can do what you want because you fwee. Wememba that. And you beautiful, too. You should have the best of anything, but all I have to give you is a pot." He offered one last misshapen smile, or maybe that one was a frown."
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Alric! Stop it!" Pickering snapped at him. "You mustn't let the men see you crying!" Fury flared in Alric, and he spun on the count. "No? No? Look at them! They are dying for me. They are dying on my order! I say they do have a right to see their king! They all have a right to see their king!" Alric"
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When the dead betray the living, the victims are memories.--The Book of Brin
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Of course, but certainly our lord could wait until morning. That's why he makes new ones every day.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Every life is a journey filled with crossroads. And then there are the bridges, those truly frightening choices that span what always was, from what will forever be. Finding the courage, or stupidity, to cross such bridges changes everything.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Raithe enjoyed a good campfire. Something comforting about the dancing light, the smell of smoke, and the way his face and chest were hot but his backside cold. He sensed a profound meaning in this duality as well as in the enigma of flickering flames. The fire spirit spoke in spitting sparks and shifts of choking smoke, but the meaning of each remained a mystery. Everything in nature was that way. All of it spoke to him--to everyone--in a ..
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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The 2XL shirt was still too small, leaving an exposed band of pale skin muffining out of his jeans.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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The empire took Rhenydd through deceit, murder, and trickery. I don't speak treason. I speak loyalty- loyalty to the monarchy. To sit by and let the empire rape this kingdom and burn this city is treason and, what's more, it's foolhardy cowardice!
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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It was like waiting for the sunrise and a chicken to hatch--if the sun marked the end of the world and the chicken was an all-devouring demon. --
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Because power doesn't equal worth," Arion said. She stepped through the lodge door, walking slowly and favoring her left side. "Wisdom, the sort that your grandmother Fenelyus employed, is a far greater virtue." She turned to Gryndal. "I told you that I had agreed to take Nyphron's proposal to Fane Lothian. This madness can end in a sensible conclusion that doesn't require rivers of blood."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Religion and tradition remain allies in a system that's still perceived to be fair.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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The best neighbor you can have is a tree, a living tree. They listen more than they talk, provide shade on hot days, give you food and shelter, and don't ask for anything in return.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Don't worry, my son, if you don't believe in Maribor and the blessings He provides. Belief in Him isn't a requirement. It doesn't stop Him from believing in you. (capital H's added for reverence)
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If given a choice between a potentially great hardship and doing nothing, people gravitated toward what was most familiar and comfortable. That was why leadership was needed.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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I think comfort can be a curse, an addiction that without warning or notice erodes hope. Live it long enough and the prison stops being the walls or the guards. Instead, it's the fear you can't survive on your own, the belief you aren't as capable, or as worthy, as others. I think everyone has the capacity to do great things, to rise above their everyday lives; they just need a little push every now and then." -Malcolm"
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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None of you understand what love really is. It's not lust, or dependence, or infatuation, or familiarity. Love isn't a fondness or butterflies in your stomach.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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It was easier to do nothing than to brave the unknown
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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The world had been sanitized like Disney had done to Times Square. They had gotten rid of God, family, and country along with the graffiti.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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It's never good when a tree screams.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Hadrian Blackwater while poisoned) "Gill the fish...rest is best...time is now...it feels so good to..."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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So often I have heard that war is a noble and necessary thing, the answer to many problems. But I have found that when war becomes a reality, peace becomes the noble and necessary thing because there is no problem greater than war.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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This isn't the future I'd expected. Even a glowing wasteland or Mad Max desolation would have been better. No God. No family. No country or patriotism. Just a bunch of Ken dolls without Barbies. The gays and their goddamn agenda won, or should I say transsexuals, or asexuals? Liberalism has run unchecked and ruined everything. You probably don't even have guns anymore, do you?" "Of course not, we have no weapons of any kind," Hex replied."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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This" --she indicated Gifford with both hands-- "can hardly be mistaken for the face of . This" --she clapped him on the shoulder-- "is what you get from a life of careful misjudgment and a bunch of drunk-off-their-asses gods in a bad mood." Tressa spit, wiped her chin, and shook her head."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Roan prepared herself, held her breath, and turned her head. It wasn't Iver. In the glow of the green light, she saw Persephone, Moya, and Arion sitting near the center of the stone chamber. Everything came back. She wasn't at home; she was trapped in a foreign land a mile beneath the world in a stone tomb with no water and little food, and there was a demon who would soon break through their barricade and kill them. She sighed in relief ..
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One of the children lived.
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It was like waiting for the sunrise and a chicken to hatch--if the sun marked the end of the world and the chicken was an all-devouring demon. --THE BOOK OF BRIN
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Everyone thinks their adversary has an easier time than they do. They believe that all their opponent's schemes work out exactly as expected, while their own plans constantly suffer setbacks. It is a funny notion, especially since you can't have an adversary without being one.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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By the way, Payne is spelled with a y and an e--not with an i," he told them, coming to a stop before a rickety shack slapped together from warped boards and cracked stones, perhaps the only building in town not covered in ivy. The priest turned and eyed the two of them carefully, then sighed. "Doesn't matter, I suppose. Neither of you is literate, correct?" "Wrong," Royce said. "Really?" Pastor Payne pushed up his lower lip. "Down here, on..
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His rejection of the church was not entirely funded by his paternal feud; church people had a strange way about them. They smiled too much, were quick to compliment and support, but behind the stretched lips and soft words was a judgment. No one was ever good enough--at least not until they were dead. The dead were exemplary.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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So much in jeopardy--so much at stake--and yet what can a leaf do to influence the wind?
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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How many tears must we weep? How loud must we cry? How many farewells must we say, for the dead to hear goodbye?
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Same reason you're trying to sell your nightshirt," Royce replied. "For rum?" "Rum?" Hadrian said. "Not food?" Albert shrugged. "That's what I do with all my money. It helps take my mind off the fact that I spent all my money on rum."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Time to die, you fat cow!
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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I think everyone has the capacity to do great things, to rise above their everyday lives; they just need a little push now and then.
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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He's in the drawing room, listening to us right now. Sitting in the blue chair with its back to the wall, he's waiting for me to join him. I'm sure he has a crystal glass half filled with the Montemorcey wine I bought and left in the pantry for him. He's holding it in his left hand so if, for whatever reason, he has to draw his dagger, he won't need to put the glass down first. He hates to waste Montemorcey. He's swirling it, letting it bre..
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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Ignorance isn't prejudiced about who it afflicts," Royce replied."
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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They came with hardly a warning," Moya said. "Hundreds pouring over the chasm, both beautiful and terrible, wearing shining gold and shimmering blue. With them came whirlwinds and giants. Nothing can stop them. They're coming still."
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My love, I give you; Into Elan, I send you; Forgive me, I beg you; Be at peace, I ask you; May whatever good is in this universe watch over your journey.
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