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Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.
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women
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Oh, good grief. The Mickey Mouse Club of werewolves wanted to throw in on my side.
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Please, help me. Young werewolves in love.
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And then there she was, a girl of elegant height, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years of age--gawky and coltish, all long legs and arms, but with the promise of stunning beauty to add graceful curves to the lean lines of her body. She was dressed in a pair of my blue jeans, cut off at the tops of her muscled thighs, and my own T-shirt, tied off over her abdomen. A pentacle amulet, identical to my own, if less battered, lay over her heart, be..
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Patiently, more gentle than rain, she made me clean, while I drifted, my eyes closed.
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Kestus idly added theoretical torture to the theoretical murder, because done right, it might be funny.
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Sit down," she said,"
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Back-to-back", Bayard replied, and Grimm felt the sudden, wiry pressure of the other man's shoulders pressed against the middle of his back. "I should be friends with taller people," Grimm panted. "Bite your tongue, old boy, or I'll hack apart your ankles."
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Because I know my daughter," she said. "And I know very well that the only way to absolutely ensure that she pursues any given course of action is for me to forbid her to do so."
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Being called "dangerous" by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment."
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Crows take you Gaius Sextus. Even when you make a request you leave me no choices." "They do seem to have grown a bit sparse, these past few years," he agreed quietly."
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a captain should know the details of every position in his ship's company by working them with his own hands, stem to stern. It's the only way to be sure you know what each man needs from his captain in order to be able to perform his duty.
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Journeyman stared at Grimm as though Grimm had just suggested that the engineer should prostitute his mother to pirates.
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prostitutes
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Steady as she goes, Mister Kettle," the grim gaptain said, his voice stern."
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Esmerelda's blue and green eyes could have made Stevie remember being hired by Mister Snuffleupagus, if that was what she wanted.
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Trials and half a dozen smaller
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A giant caterpillar, its segmented body made of severed human heads, their faces screaming, their tongues functioning as legs, rippled up a wall and began tearing out chunks of concrete where a ledge had been worn, destroying another shrine.
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There are thousands of names for them, in every culture--mana, psychic energy, totem, juju, chi, bioethereal power, the Force, the soul. It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.
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Hebbity bedda," I said, by way of attempting a greeting. My mouth had gone rather numb, and my tongue felt like a lead weight. "Jussa hangonna sayke hee." Fix jumped up and down, pointing at me, his voice shrill. "He's casting on us!"
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What is going to happen to the Aurorans?" "They are prisoners of war," Albion said. "I should imagine they will be set to work at the base of the Spire." Grimm tightened his jaw. "No, sir." "No?" "No, sir," Grimm said. "I've seen that place. You might as well tie a noose around their necks and stand them on blocks of ice, if you want them to die a slow death. It will be cleaner." "I'm not sure why this concerns you, Captain," Albion said. "..
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pows
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Her fate was, she realized, entirely in the hands of another person. Captain
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Ah!" Journeyman cackled... "Finally! Carefully now, man. If you crack one of my new crystals, I'll hoist you up on a spike!" Grimm cleared his throat calmly. Journeyman squinted over his shoulder. "Ah," he said. "That is, I will report you to... to... the proper person in the chain of command, who will make decisions about discipline that are not mine to make."
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I should far rather be drunk than eaten, Miss Lancaster," Ferus said in a serious tone. "As should we all. Very well, that's settled." --
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guru in the Ukraine,
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The plan is insane," Ehren said. "You are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants."
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There is more to the world than what a review board publishes about an officer or aeronaut, Miss Lancaster. Guard. Your. Tongue.
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Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It's not made of metal, really. It's made of time. How much is one's time worth? If one can convince enough people that one's time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money. That's why one can spend time--only one can never get a refund." "I"
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In for a sheep, in for a gargant.
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It is how decent, civilized people behave, Captain Ransom. Though I suppose that to someone of your level of moral fortitude, it must seem remarkable.
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Calliope was never still. Even when she was seemingly motionless, he could see her mind at work, sorting ideas, seeking solutions, cataloging the space around her. To see her beauty, one had to see her in motion.
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By the time I got home, it was after two o'clock in the morning. The
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after a pointless delay for the humans to collect all their toys and keepsakes, he was able to take his rightful place in Littlemouse's arms and heard them all in the proper direction.
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But even with centuries of experience, I doubted any of them had ever been hit with a water balloon. Or with a holy-water balloon, either. I kept three of them in the box in my car, in easy reach.
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Littlemouse was in danger, doubtless a prisoner, and the humans could not be trusted to handle her rescue with appropriate violence. They might be willing to leave someone alive, and Rowl was not prepared to tolerate incompetence where his personal human was concerned. He had just gotten her properly trained.
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I could give you peace. Imagine closing your eyes with no worries, no pain, no fears, no regrets, no appetites, and no guilt. Only quiet and darkness and stillness and my flesh against yours.
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Gwen frowned, "I assure you, sir, it is quite cool." "It isn't," Ferus replied. "what you feel is the etheric energy that courses through the crystal. But your sensation of it is . . . something your mind was not sure what to do with, when you first encountered it. A wonderful place the mind, but if it has any kind of disappointing failure it's that it always attempts to put new things into the context of things which are familiar to it. So..
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There is but one reality; that is true - but the two of you experience it in slightly different ways. The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass.
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that underlay the city of Chicago.
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The path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom," he said, and turned for the door."
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Yes," Aquitaine said quietly. "The Legions will pay a terrible price so that the residents of Riva can flee. But if they do not, the city will fall into chaos, and the civilians will die." He shook his head. "This way, perhaps half of the legionares will survive the retreat. Even odds. If we are forced to defend the city to our last man, they will all die, Countess. For nothing. And they know it." He nodded. "They'll fight."
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Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.
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said. Michael
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Bosun!" "Aye, skipper?" "Reinforce the mainmast, hang out all the laundry, and warn the witchmen! Let's make the old bitch fly!" --
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Hundreds of millions of man-hours of work and struggle and research, blood, sweat, tears, and lives have gone into the history of air travel, and it has totally revolutionized the face of our planet and societies. But get on any flight in the country, and I absolutely promise you that you will find someone who, in the face of all that incredible achievement, will be willing to complain about the drinks. The drinks, people.
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