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It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.
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Isn't that just like a man. 450-fucking-years-old and he's still thinking with his balls!
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I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing."
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Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.
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Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.
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truth
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What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?
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village
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Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum."
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A quick check on the platoon showed everyone more or less enjoying the flight. "Whatever it is you're eating, Ressk, swallow it before we land," [said Staff Sergeant Kerr]. "No problem, Staff." "More like whoever he's eating," Binti muttered beside him. "You ought to count your fingers," he suggested. "You're too serley stupid to notice one missing." "Maybe you ought to gren sa talamec to." "That's enough, people." When the Confederation fi..
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soldiers
multiculturalism
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Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.
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leadership
taking-charge
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Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?
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humor
toronto
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What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate."
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The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.
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Claire "The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?"
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What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.
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relationship
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That's just what I need," she muttered, digging around in her bag, "a depressed vampire."
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But I am a knight of the Round Table," he protested, weakly. "I am a protector of the realm, a slayer of evil, I defeat all those who raise their swords in opposition to Arthur, King of all Britain." "Trust me, kid, women prefer a man who can cook."
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knight-of-the-round-table
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Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
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sneaking
knights
stealth
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Trains aren't a problem.
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He read disappointment at his response and wondered if she realized that she expected a certain amount of effusive sympathy from the people she told. Rejecting that sympathy made her feel strong, compensating for what she perceived as her weakness. He suspected that the disease was the first time she hadn't been able to make everything come out all right through the sheer determination that it would be.
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strength
weakness
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I'm repairing alien tech with a sleeve, Gunny." Torin glanced down at her cuff. "So, ten? Fifteen?" "Fifteen."
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Once a man began thinking with his body, intelligent decisions came few and far between.
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thinking
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Torin suspected Darlys was praying and only hoped she wasn't praying to her--for she was a vengeful god, or, at the very least, a god who could use a few hour's more sleep and a large cup of black coffee.
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You might not be aware of this, but it takes more than bright lights to damage a Marine. We've been highly trained to deal with loud noises, too.
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Why is it the big, fukkin', friendly ones who die, Staff?" "They're not the only ones who die, Werst, it's just we miss them more than the short, fukkin', cranky ones."
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If she lost it, the whole house of cards could come tumbling down. Fortunately, she had no intention of losing it; it would take too damned long to find it again, and she didn't have that kind of time.
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Fitzroy, what is this shit?" "Henry, please, not Fitzroy."
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She'd followed him from the door to the condo into the tiny office even though he'd requested that she wait a minute in the living room. If he was going back to close his coffin, she had to see it.
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Do we expect a fight, Gunnery Sergeant?" "We always expect a fight, Private Kichar. We're Marines; it's what we do."
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Peter." The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us."
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identity
power-in-a-name
who-you-are
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Belief is not a required component of ability.
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Good afternoon, Gunnery Sargent." "Any ideas...?" Dr. Sloan turned slowly and stared up at Torren through narrowed eyes. "About what?" "I'm sorry had you not noticed the birds?" "Oh, ha!" Arms folded she resumed staring to the west. "I'm not doing anything. They just keep coming back." "Maybe your jacket is..." "...Is what? Stuffed with bird seed? Emitting matting coos on a frequency only these birds can hear? Looks like their big blue moth..
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The last time he'd had a ride this rough, there was a set of twins involved. "You okay?" Torin's voice in his military surplus PCU sounded distant. Flat. "Rough ride," he growled without relaxing his jaw. "You're thinking about the twins, aren't you?" "Might be." That had sounded more like Torin."
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Nezavisimo ot togo, naskol'ko udalis' Gitleru ego <>, on, nado otdat' emu dolzhnoe, smog naiti zaniatie dlia kazhdogo sadista i podonka v svoei strane.
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I will shove my fist so far down your fucking throat that you'll be shitting my fingernails for a week.
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It's always Mardi Gras somewhere.
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One, if I'm behind the wheel we go by Winchester rules: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
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Hey, what've you got?" "Same fukking thing as you," Juan grunted. "Hot bag of balanced nutrients in a tasty fukking paste."
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There's always hope, Charlotte, that's the point of the story.
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When they finally allowed the horses to slow to a walk, Vree dropped out of the saddle to stretch her legs. *We're going to forget how to get anywhere on our own two feet. Gonna end up looking like fat-assed officers.* Vree arched her back, rocked forward, then arched it again, working the stiffness out of her shoulders. *Giving the pounding it's taking, if my ass is getting fat, it's in self-defense.*
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and Phillips, go to Staff Sergeant Pole, have him assign you to platoons." "Platoons, Gunnery Sergeant?" "Got extra food stored in your ears, Phillips?"
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If you're reading this, Alysha Catherine, I'm dead. Don't make a fuss--it's a state we all come to in the end. Except possibly for Jane who may be too mean to die.
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The aunties were big believers in you made your bed, you crash and burn in it.
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You expecting a collapse, Gunny?" "The technical sergeant is repairing alien technology with a piece of torn uniform--I'm expected the Goddamned tunnel to blow up." "Ressk's helping." Mike's voice sounded muffled. "And that makes all the difference," Torin snorted."
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they're going to blame the sorcerer for both those things as well as the hike in Calgary's transit fares, middle-aged women wearing jeans that barely cover their asses, and SciFi canceling The Dresden Files.
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