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'Ever mind the Rule of Three...Three times what thou givest returns to thee.'
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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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It was disappointing, as if a wish she didn’t know she’d made hadn’t come true.
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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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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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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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'Don’t lie,' he said. 'That’s my job.'
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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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Zombies are soulless creatures, and being soulless has been empirically proven to result in an unpleasant disposition.
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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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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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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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He’s lying. I have no doubt he’s excellent at it.
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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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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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'Dignity is like morality,' Mirabilis barked. 'Too much is as bad as too little.'
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'I’ll do everything I can to help, I promise.''You always have,' Emily murmured. Except tell me the truth about anything.
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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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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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Sadly, there is a fine line between patriotism and paranoia.
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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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'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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Could one die from boredom, she wondered? From complete, oppressive, crushing, unmitigated boredom, the likes of which made all other boredom seem like ecstasy’s sweet thrilling embrace? And in such a case, if one happened to have a life insurance policy, would it pay?
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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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