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Alexandra Fox
Goodreads Author
Member Since
September 2015
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https://www.goodreads.com/AlexandraFox
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When the Rose Speaks Its Name: A Sherlock Holmes Anthology
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Path to Love: 7 Steps to Get Him Addicted to You
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2014
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77 Secrets of Seduction
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2010
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77 Secrets of Love
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2010
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21 Secrets of Love
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Yorkshire Pud at Granny's Pad
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2004
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Romantic Words for Men
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2010
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Play Hard To Get
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2010
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2 editions
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The Greengrocer's Apostrophe
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2005
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Irresistible Attraction Triggers
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2010
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“Sometimes, your pet picks you.”
― Alone I Walk
― Alone I Walk
“When the man was disgraced and told to go away, he was allowed to ask all the animals whether any of them would come with him and share his fortunes and his life. There were only two who agreed to come entirely of their own accord, and they were the dog and the cat. And ever since then, those two have been jealous of each other, and each is for ever trying to make man choose which one he likes best. Every man prefers one or the other.”
― The Plague Dogs
― The Plague Dogs
“Love is love, whether it goes on two legs or four.”
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“There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. And. You can’t metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of the gut. Muscles, sinew, bone. It is all of you.
When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing.”
― The Dog Stars
When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing.”
― The Dog Stars
