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The shortness of the woman’s replies indicated that Emily was asking questions Miss Jesczenka didn’t particularly want to answer, but those were usually the questions that most needed to be asked.
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It was disappointing, as if a wish she didn’t know she’d made hadn’t come true.
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I've really loved steampunk for a long time, ever since 'Wild Wild West,' and it's always been a genre and an era that's fascinated me. But so often it's set in England, and that doesn't really resonate with me, or maybe it just seems a little overdone.
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'Ever mind the Rule of Three...Three times what thou givest returns to thee.'
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Emily already knew there was going to be hell to pay, and she supposed there was no use allowing it to accrue interest.
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The sight of Oakland sprawling on the horizon gave Emily’s spirits an additional boost. Oakland was by no means lovely, but it meant they were almost to San Francisco.
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She was painfully aware that doing one’s best was never assurance that it wasn’t the wrong choice anyway.
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She wanted to crawl into his arms and be soothed, and soothe him in return, and forget all the grand ideas she’d ever had about true love, and the necessity for it. Because true love was a load of baloney. Finding a good friend...a good friend who trusted you...was more than enough.
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Zombies are soulless creatures, and being soulless has been empirically proven to result in an unpleasant disposition.
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Before the sun went down again, she realized, she would be in New York. The thought sent a nervous thrill through her entire body. Her throat was tight, her heart suddenly racing.
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'Dignity is like morality,' Mirabilis barked. 'Too much is as bad as too little.'
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'Don’t lie,' he said. 'That’s my job.'
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Senator Stanton? The man who’s sold his own soul so many times that no one can figure out who actually owns it?
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Spread out before the pyramid, as far as the eye could see, stretched a frozen ocean of blackness-stinking oily blackness that bubbled and churned. Voider than void, colder than cold, deader than dead.It is your world.It is the world we will make for you.
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I’d ask you to forego the jingoistic claptrap, but it’s terrifyingly obvious you truly believe it.
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I've just always been fascinated by what our belief can do, and what happens when we misuse that.
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'Still feeling guilty, are we? I’d have thought you’d be over that by now.''I have a nettlesome little thing called a conscience,' Emily hissed. 'Ever hear of it?''They’re out of fashion in New York,' Stanton said, and though she guessed she was joking, he didn’t sound humorous.
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In his idle hours, Heusler sometimes amused himself by trying to conceive of a crime a mortal man could commit that was more monstrous than making a goddess fall in love with him. He had never succeeded.
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Nothing is ever what you want it to be. The harder you grab for it, the more deeply it cuts. And it mocks you for being foolish enough to reach for it at all. You come to fear touching anything at all, because you know that if you do, it will become terrible.
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There is a difference between not understanding and being willfully obtuse.
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Emily stared into the middle distance, trying to ignore the fact that the men were looking at her like a cupcake on a plate.
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But it was impossible to remain so long in the company of a female, even a divine one, without suffering some form of disillusionment.
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He’s lying. I have no doubt he’s excellent at it.
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'What kind of idiot do you think I am?''I have no idea what kind of idiot you are,' Miss Jesczenka said. 'That’s why I’m asking.'
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