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Conspiracies existed, to be sure; many of them, and many were dark indeed. But fiendish? Fiendishness required brains. Nine times out of ten, conspirators behaved like buffoons and wound up exposing themselves out of sheer, bumbling incompetence.
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Jeff watched her come, the whole time. He never noticed her mincing, hesitant steps on treacherous heels. He was simply swept up in the ancient ceremony. And discovering, as untold millions of young men had discovered before him, that there is nothing in the world as beautiful as his bride approaching.
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Screw it. Bring on that sorry dragon! Comes down to it, I'll bet Hrundig knows a recipe for cooking the mangy beasts.
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Author's Afterword
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He shrugged. "Let's see if I can verify your guess, Dr. Glendale." "Nicholas or Nick, please. Not--" He flashed a warning glance at Helen, but too late. "--Nicky!" she interjected. "Okay,"
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A.J.'s conciliatory tone was then replaced by his usual theatrics. "Glad you could make it, Colonel! We're about to try to open up and see what's behind Door Number Three." "Actually, Door Number D-11," Jackie corrected. "Well, darn. Janice was always behind Door Number Three. D11 just has alien artifacts behind it." "A.J., you're not old enough to remember that show," Hathaway snorted. "Hell, I'm not old enough to remember that show." "Old..
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Okay, Jack--let 'er rip!" They were able to watch the operation on a screen, from sensors left on site. The fuel-cell-powered ripper hummed, and there was a sudden screeching noise audible all the way down the corridor as the lever arms inserted themselves forcibly into the narrow crack between the door valves. The humming abruptly dropped in pitch and became louder as it began to force the doors open. A.J."
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Only the soul matters, in the end. All else is dross. That is as true of an empire as it is of a man.
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Bad parent! Bad Parent! Your children will grow up to be drug addicts, derelicts, serial murderers and hedge fund managers!
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maybe that's all history was: a succession of bullies and thieves, each
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A good marriage produced affection and physical desire as naturally and inevitably as trees grew. Love was simply the fruit, which they confused with the seed.
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Like all females, Third was intensely aggressive.
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Nancy Ward was almost eighty years old. For a moment, Tiana was frozen by the sight. Half exultant--if she could be like that, at that age!--and half petrified. It was like watching some ancient, terrible creature, rising from its lair.
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The plans and schemes of tyrants are broken by many things. They shatter against cliffs of heroic struggle. They rupture on reefs of open resistance. And they are slowly eroded, bit by little bit, on the very beaches where they measure triumph, by countless grains of sand. By the stubborn little decencies of humble little men.
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up was the necessary supply chain in case he had to leave Bohemia
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So where you've got one pope, they've got a whole bunch of 'em?
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