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420ba2f
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Unspeakable nightmares surround the men now. They would scream if they could. It's no use. The dream has them, and it will not relinquish its hold. Ever. Back in their beds on Mott Street. the men's bodies go limp. But behind their closed lids, their eyes move frantically as, one by one, they are pulled deeper and deeper into a nightmare from which they will never, ever wake.
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Libba Bray |
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89696ac
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I can't help feeling humiliated for Ithal. He stands at the wall and watches us go, and when we reach the turnoff for the school, he's still there with the mangled flower in his hands, far behind us a small, dying star fading out of our constellation.
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Libba Bray |
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c345c6b
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For all who believe that peace is not an ideal or pipe dream but anecessity. ~Libba Bray They believe, and believing changes everything. ~Gemma, The sweet far thing, Libba Bray Bu the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us forward, into the unknown. ~Circe, The sweet far thing, Libba Bray Stop, gemma, before you go mad.
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feb4026
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That's totally their interpreter," a girl with a lip ring informs us. "Even though they totally record their music in English, they totally speak in Inuktitut. Totally."
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Libba Bray |
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c518da0
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It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.
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Libba Bray |
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9a0728f
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It had the word bitches in it, which is perfectly fine to use if you're a rapper or a director making a movie about career women, but not if you're a teen girl talking about her homies." "Good point, Petra. We know that young ladies of the teen persuasion do not use these indelicate words. Nor do they have thoughts about sex, masturbation, violence, being competitive, or farting."
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Libba Bray |
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d96cfee
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The world's most bada** Viking yard gnome is on the counter by the cash register using a dinner plates as a shield and a steak knife as a sword
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Libba Bray |
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977ce3d
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Stache off- there is nothing wrong with you,..that can't be fixed.
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Libba Bray |
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eff0b14
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And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
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Libba Bray |
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ab69e34
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Miss Temple, perhaps you will demonstrate the proper curtsy for us?" Without ado, Cecily temple, She Who Can Do No Wrong, settles to the floor in a long, slow, graceful arc that seems to defy gravity. It is a thing of beauty. I am hideously jealous. "Thank you, Miss Temple." Yes. Thank you, you little demon beast. May you marry a man who eats garlic with every meal."
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Libba Bray |
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fb7974e
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We abandon our backboards along with our decorum, racing for the stairs and the promise of freedom, however temporary it may be. "Walk!" Mrs. Nightwing shouts. When we cannot seem to heed her advice, she bellows after us that we are savages not fit for marriage. She adds that we shall be the shame of the school and something else besides, but we are down the first flight of stairs, and her words cannot touch us."
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Libba Bray |
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a62a61f
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No. It is impossible to maintain a smile in my brother's presence. Monks haven't the sort of patience required.
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Libba Bray |
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fa51bf8
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We take such pains to be polite. We never say what we mean. For all it matters, we could greet each other and speak only of cheese - "How was your Limburger, miss?" "Salty as a ripe Stinking Bishop, thank you." "Ah, very cheddar, miss. I'll have your Stilton brought to your Camembert, then." - and no one would likely notice."
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Libba Bray |
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696a438
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For a brief while, the women ask us questions: are we looking forward to our debuts? Did we enjoy this opera or that play? As we give our slight answers, they smile, and I cannot read what is behind their expressions. do they envy us our youth and beauty? Do they feel happiness and excitement for the lives that lie ahead of us? Or do they wish for another chance at their own lives? A different chance?
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Libba Bray |
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3357263
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It wasn't my doing. It is the drink and the laudanum and the opium and that bloody refusal to live. That selfish grief. I thought I could change it with magic, but I can't. People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.
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Libba Bray |
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a7a7223
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Why was his grief more powerful than his love? Why couldn't he find it within himself to fight back? Why am I not enough to live for?
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Libba Bray |
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d4c8a2e
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With no plan of escape in sight, I've been resigned to the life of a cosseted young lady of London society as Grandmama and I pay calls. We drink tea that is too weak and never hot enough for my liking. the ladies pass the time with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom - time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may no..
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Libba Bray |
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2021535
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The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk to the museum.
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Libba Bray |
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1c0285f
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A token of bathroom stoner etiquette.
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Libba Bray |
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b351533
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Sam grabbed one of Jericho's Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. "Oh, Jericho," he said in a high-pitched voice. "Take me in your arms, you big he-man, you!"
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Libba Bray |
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e818065
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After Jericho's illness crippled him and his parents had abandoned him to the state, it was Will who'd stepped in as guardian. He had sheltered Jericho, fed and clothed him, and taught his ward what he could about running the museum and about Diviners. For that, Jericho supposed he owed him a debt. But Will hadn't given Jericho the parts that mattered most. He hadn't given himself. The two of them had never gone fishing in a cold stream ear..
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toxic-masculinity
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Libba Bray |
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c8faef3
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my mom's al like sparkle sparkle sparkle and I'm all like sparkle yourself
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Libba Bray |
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1535b6c
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The truth was, she was afraid that when she fell hard for a boy, she'd lose herself along the way. She'd seen it happen to lots of girls. They'd go from drinking gin, driving fast cars, and boldly shimmying in speakeasies to these passive creatures who couldn't make a move without asking their beaus if it would be okay. Evie had no intention of fading behind any man. She didn't want to slide into ordinary and wake up to find that she'd beco..
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Libba Bray |
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43c236b
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Yes, after all, if I were to join you, I might enjoy myself, and wouldn't that be a shame? Please, don't spare me another thought.
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Libba Bray |
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d38ea8d
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Dear, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
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Libba Bray |
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9a6c529
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SPENCE, THAT DOUR, IMPOSING LADY EAST OF LONDON, has grown a friendly face in my absence. I've never been so happy to see a place in all my sixteen years. Even the gargoyles have lost their fierceness. They are like wayward pets who haven't the sense to come in from the roof and so we let them live there, glaring but cheerful.
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Libba Bray |
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e7926df
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Why was there so much silence between men?
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Libba Bray |
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6917ad7
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What I can't figure out is why you gotta make yourself crackers trying to be somebody you can't ever be instead of just letting yourself be the one and only Evie O'Neill.
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Libba Bray |
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071ecad
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Henry looked from Ling to Alma and back again. His mouth slid into a sly smile. "Oh my."
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ling-chan
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Libba Bray |
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b632a83
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For the last time, I'm not a witch." Miss Lillian smiled and patted Theta's cheek. "Keep telling yourself that, dear."
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theta-knight
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Libba Bray |
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c7ba276
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Theta rolled over, facing Evie, their noses nearly touching. "Evil?" "Yes?" "I love you. Now, shut up and go to sleep."
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theta-knight
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Libba Bray |
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7abfb63
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Yeah, but what about the ritual of getting your ticket and your snacks, finding the perfect seat, --I countered.-- All those strangers watching the movie with you, they change how you see it, you know? You should hear their gasps and laughter and sniffling. It's a communal experience. You can't get that on your laptop or phone. That sharing, it's the foundation of storytelling. It reminds us that we're... --What? --Human. Humans who need ot..
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Libba Bray |
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e4a65d2
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The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to the laundry stretched on lines between tenements, over dirty, broken streets where, even at this hour, hungry children scour the bins for food. The wind has existed forever. It has seen much in this country of dreams and soap ads, old horrors ..
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young-adult
the-diviners
libba-bray
new-york
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Libba Bray |
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5d3e63e
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With a low bow, she is gone in a haze of roses and hope
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Libba Bray |
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16dfff0
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You must work always to understand your own heart so that it cannot be used against you.
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Libba Bray |
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d38dbb7
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I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mother and explains in Hindi that cobras make very good eating.
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Libba Bray |
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0476b5a
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It was a machine that required constant feeding- Henry hated the machine, and he hated himself for wanting the sort of admiration it promised, as if he had no worth unless someone was there to applaud it
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Libba Bray |
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e3c188e
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People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can surprise you.
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Libba Bray |
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400d62c
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Can we really conquer chaos so easily? If that were so, I should be able to prune the pandemonium of my own soul into something neat and tidy rather than this maze of wants and needs and misgivings that has me forever feeling as if I cannot fit into the landscape of things.
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Libba Bray |
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40a0240
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She has a scent that is familiar and comforting, like all the things you wish you could take with you on your travels to make you feel less alone.
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Libba Bray |
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5d1fdcb
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I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats." "You are officially the most annoying unreal creature ever." "Meet a lot of us, do you?"
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Libba Bray |
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2bdca21
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I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven." True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more."
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Libba Bray |
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852ae58
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The hand you hold the longest is your own.
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Libba Bray |
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bda7055
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Quick answers often lead to quick regrets.
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Libba Bray |