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be797ce
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An honest man is a rare treasure.
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The Winter inside me was torment and agony--but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn't feel.
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Jim Butcher |
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He'd died a hero. It seemed so empty to me, at that moment. Meaningless to be a hero.
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Why do you wear those?" asked Lacuna. I jumped, stumbled, and shouted half of a word to a spell, but since I was only halfway done putting on my underwear, I mostly just fell on my naked ass.'' "Gah!" I said. "Don't that!" My miniature captive came to the edge of the dresser and peered down at me. "Don't ask questions?" "Don't come in here all quiet and spooky and me like that!" "You're six times my height, and fifty times my weight," ..
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Tell me something about her. People make fun of her?" "Some did," she said. "I never liked it, but..." "Crap." I looked at Molly and said, "Code Carrie. We're in trouble."
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humor
vengeance
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a9a5b6a
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I love you," Journeyman said to the lift crystal. He kissed it and spread his arms across its surface in an embrace. "I love you, you big, beautiful beast. I want you to marry me. I want you to bear my children." "Chief," Grimm said, reproachfully, but his heart wasn't in it."
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grimm
journeyman
the-aeronaut-s-windlass
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1b05148
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I had about as much chance to do that as I did of backpacking my car to the top of Mount Rushmore.
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Hell's bells," I snarled, taking an involuntary step back. "Right here? You could have given me a couple of minutes to get clear, dammit." "And what fun would that be?" Maeve asked, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. "I am who I am, too. I love violence. I love treachery. I love your pain - and the best part, the part I love most, is that I am doing it for your own good." Her eyes gleamed white all the way around her irises. "This is me..
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It wasn't until later that I would realize that I was babbling a chant of "Ubriacha, ubrius, ubrium," to the Peanuts theme music."
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You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harm's way to defend those who cannot defend themselves.
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Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, "For luck. Star Wars-style." "You are so hot right now," I told her."
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nameless hideous monsters are freaking terrifying. You always fear what you don't know, what you don't understand, and the first step to having understanding of something is to know what to call it. It's a habit of mine to give names to anything I wind up interacting with if it doesn't have one readily available. Names have power--magically, sure, but far more important, they have psychological power. Something horrible with a name holds le..
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names
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I witnessed the birth of time itself. I watched the mortal coil spring forth from perfect darkness. I watched the stars form, watched this world coalesce, watched as life was breathed into it and as your kind rose to rule it." She put both hands on the table and leaned toward me, her blue eyes cold and hard. "Thus far, I have behaved as a guest ought. But do not mistake propriety for weakness, mortal. I beg you not to oblige me to take furt..
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scifi
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36f2374
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It takes calculation to win a duel against a reptile, and you've always been impatient.
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Know your enemy. Know yourself. Only then may you achieve victory.
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wisdom
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Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
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Because Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer," I said."
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Honestly. He sometimes felt that humans simply had to be deliberately obtuse. What was so difficult about understanding civilized and excellently enunciated speech?
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Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips. "Impudent," she said. "It's sweet on you."
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You already beat yourself up for enough things that aren't your fault. People who care don't want to add to that." He paused, and then added gently, "But you assumed it was about you." I finished the beer and sighed. "Arrogance," I said."I feel stupid." "Good," Michael said. "It's good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn."
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feeling-stupid
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Aaaaaaaagh!" I screamed, emerging from the wards and onto Murphy's front lawn, chock-full of new insight as to why ghosts are always moaning or wailing when they come popping out of somebody's wall or floor. Not much mystery there--it freaking hurts."
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It's tough to say no to peace, to the comfort of it. All through history, people have traded wealth, children, land, and lives to buy it. But peace can't be bought, can it, chief, prime minister? The only ones offering to sell it always want something more. They lie.
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the border's been waggling back and forth like a hooker at a dockworker's convention.
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Time, time," Toot complained. "Is that all you mortals can ever think about? Everyone's complaining about time! The whole city rushes left and right screaming about being late and honking horns! You people used to have it right, you know."
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Thomas came last, buckling on his gun belt, which was currently hung with his ridiculously huge Desert Eagle, just in case we were attacked by a rabid Cape buffalo.
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Sometimes I think that's where most of us are," I said. "Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important."
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In my judgment, my buildings are considerably less likely to burn to the ground during one of your visits if you are disoriented from being treated like a sultan.
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As long as we're going, we might as well go out in style.
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Do you know what I think?" Marcone said. "You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him." "Yes." I drew my gun. "Okay."
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humor
pragmatism
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He had traded the lives of people he did not know for those of men he did. That was, he supposed, human nature.
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I'm afraid it isn't good news. The Council seems to have gone quite mad.
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white-council
wry-humor
harry-dresden
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A duel would mean a fair fight, and I hate fair fights. In the words of a murderous Faerie Queen, they're too easy to lose. Of
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As I walked toward the front door, a little motion to the left caught my eye. Jenny Sells stood in the hallway, a silent wraith. She regarded me with luminous green eyes, like her mother's, like the dead aunt whose namesake she was. I stopped and faced her. I'm not sure why. "You're the wizard," she said, quietly. "You're Harry Dresden. I saw your picture in the newspaper, once. The ." I nodded. She studied my face for a long minute. "Are ..
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Jim Butcher |
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Parts of Chicago are wondrous fair, and parts of Chicago look postapocalyptic. This block had seen the apocalypse come, grunted, and said, "Meh."
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Jim Butcher |
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No one is an unjust villain in his own mind,
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Jim Butcher |
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I work in grand halls and bedchambers with wine and perfume. Not in dark alleyways with cloaks and knives. I don't like knives. I don't even own a knife. And my cloaks are far too expensive to risk bloodying.
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He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.
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Jim Butcher |
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What had changed things? What had made the difference? She had. All by herself.
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Jim Butcher |
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Maybe I should have listened to Murphy. Maybe I should have stayed home and played with some nice, safe, forbidden black magic instead.
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Just like old times," I wheezed. "Yeah, just like old times, Elaine. You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous . . ." And then a thought hit me. Just like old times. ". . . deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony."
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Jim Butcher |
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You can tell a lot about a man from how he treats his dog,
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Jim Butcher |
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Which just goes to show that my cat has considerably more sense than me.
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Jim Butcher |
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We didn't have time to get you an actual haircut," she said. "Seriously, did you do it yourself? Maybe without a mirror?" I put a hand up to my head self-consciously and said, "I had some help from the General. And, hey, I didn't say anything about your man-shoes." "They're steel-toed," she said calmly. "In case I need to plant them in anyone's ass as a result of him calling them man-shoes. And seriously, you let Toot help you with your hai..
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funny
haircut
faeries
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Hope lets you do things you would otherwise never be able to do, gives strength when everything is darkest. In
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