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All the while he's been moving towards her, both stoat to rabbit and moth to flame. And she's staring at him, flame-bright and rabbit-scared, too brave to look away.
Ellen Kushner
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And Ferris had watched Alec go past him out of the door noted the bones...but he never would have connected that ragged man with the honey-and-acid creature who'd insulted him at Diane's house.
Ellen Kushner
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He had no reason to want to avenge Horn, and for Applethorpe no vengeance would ever be enough. It was natural for him to want to hurt the man who had been the instrument of his first adult grief; natural, but not right.
Ellen Kushner
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Every man lives at swordspoint.
Ellen Kushner
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It was not for Halliday to judge another's personal relationships: everyone in the city was strange, if you looked deeply enough.
Ellen Kushner
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He said, 'They're only whores,' as though their very availability rendered them worthless.
Ellen Kushner
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I do not make the rules. This annoys me, and so I comfort myself by breaking them.
Ellen Kushner
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Dream big. Find what makes you happy, and pursue it as you would food and warmth. You deserve it. And if you don’t, then do what it takes to become worthy of it.
Ellen Kushner
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I let the insults go by. A good swordsman doesn't pay attention to words in a fight.
Ellen Kushner
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She is all that is gracious, Her spirit is comely, The work of her hands is fair.
Ellen Kushner
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He had nothing against debauchery in the abstract, but he was particular about the details.
Ellen Kushner
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What was it about scholarship and learning, he wondered, that seemed to wither the hearts of University men, leaving them incapable of loving anything as imperfect and fallible as an actual human being?
Ellen Kushner
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Is this politics? I suppose I am going to have to learn all about it, if I am to run Lord Ferris's household, and throw parties and all. Now...explain to me again just who hates who, and why?
Ellen Kushner
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It was strange to see that no matter what color the clothing first appeared—and they were all hues, from earthy copper and garnet to the blue of sky and shadow—in different light all turned to some shade of green, as if there were a third plane to the cloth’s weaving beyond the warp and weft.
Ellen Kushner
