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She drank like a Czar and sang like a broken squeezebox and danced like the Sugarplum Fairy cutting loose at last
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I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.
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September drank in the starry sky with a longing and a tugging and a sigh. All the way up, to that enormous crescent in the black.
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Temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity, for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.
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Oh, come on, you must know ‘Leave It Black.’ I see a black door and I’m extremely satisfied with how it looks?
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But luck withered by conservative, tired, riskless living can be plumped up again - after all, it was only a bit thirsty for something to do.
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Fairyland is a very Scientifick place. We subscribe to all the best journals.
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And honey, everybody eats art and drinks stories. It's the best drunk there is!
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The Sirens flicked their wings at the wall, inscribing it with their own blue ink: Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean’s drowned!
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You know how questing goes. You can’t explain it to anyone else; it would be like telling them your dreams.
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I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.
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Will Hilt to hand yet be restored? Take me up, thy mother's sword.
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All coral in every world think of Australia the way that you and I think of Mesopotamia - it is the ancestral paradise of their civilization and they send it Valentines each February.
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Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.
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They were all whispers now, the two of them, conspirators and thieves.
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…but she does not know whom she wishes to catch, only that she wishes to catch someone, anyone, to be anchored, to be connected, to not be abandoned.
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Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.
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Everybody was terribly distracted by the seemingly unending, white-hot, existential, logistical, mostly mundane troubles of their own day-to-day lives.
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If he lost everything else, pride, priapism, and producer credit, Decibel Jones would never, never give up his swagger.
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I sell Damascus steel, folded and intricate, dug up from the earth, practically useless, desirable only to lovers of the arcane, the beautiful, the old. No
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Wife sounded like something exciting, something daring, something a bit scoundrelly, like pirate or bandit. And they were bandits, of course.
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His parties have room for all. Come on in. Nobody to look at you funny in here. Nobody to tell you not to have that drink, kiss that fella, smash that chair, light that chandelier on fire. Do it all. Do it all forever.
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Being the oldest sometimes meant being everyone's boss, but mostly, it meant being everyone's pack mule.
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Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.
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