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  • #1
    Barbara Sontheimer
    “Looking over the Ethan's bowed head, amidst the tangled forest of Wilderness littered with the bodies of men dead and dying, Victor saw the serene image of his mother.  She smiled at her son, her unbound black hair blowing wildly in the breeze.  She reached a hand out towards him, and this time, he went with her.”
    Barbara Sontheimer, Victor's Blessing

  • #2
    “The hair on the back of her neck was tingling, and she felt like someone was watching her. She knew she was alone as the locker room was silent.”
    Hope Worthington, Shifting Moon: Shifting Moon Saga, Book 1

  • #3
    Therisa Peimer
    “Aurelia was just about to take a sip of a mimosa when Mother Guardian snatched the flute away and promptly downed the drink in one gulp. Burping unashamedly, she said, "We can't have the validity of the marriage contracts jeopardized because the bride got rat-assed on her wedding day.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #4
    John Rachel
    “Where I grew up, women’s liberation was when you let a chick out of her cage for 15 minutes so she could stretch her legs.”
    John Rachel

  • #5
    “You can use all the hundred dollar words you want,” said Vic, “women like that are like TNT. You go after their man, they’d sooner kill you than look at you.”
    A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

  • #6
    A.R. Merrydew
    “So how did he imagine we would have known anything about them?’ Her husband asked.
    Gloria smiled awkwardly. ‘They woke up this morning and have been chanting you name ever since.”
    A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips

  • #7
    Rebecca Rosenberg
    “They do not expect such misbehavior from me.”
    Rebecca Rosenberg, Madame Pommery, Creator of Brut Champagne

  • #8
    Sara Pascoe
    “The summer sun bowing out threw slashes of colour between the buildings. London looked big, empty, and lonely. She stood in the doorway, like a cat trying to make up its mind.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #9
    John Grisham
    “I can feel the competition here, very much like the first few weeks of law school when we were terribly concerned with each other's initial progress. I nod at a few acquaintances, silently hoping they flunk the exam because they're silently hoping I Collapse too. Such is the nature of the profession.”
    John Grisham, The Rainmaker

  • #10
    Homer
    “With a dark glance
    wily Odysseus shot back, “Indecent talk, my friend.
    You, you’re a reckless fool —I see that. So,
    the gods don’t hand out all their gifts at once,
    not build and brains and flowing speech to all.
    One man may fail to impress us with his looks
    but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm,
    and men look on with delight when he speaks out.
    Never faltering, filled with winning self-control,
    he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets.
    Another man may look like a deathless one on high
    but there’s not a bit of grace to crown his words.
    Just like you, my fine, handsome friend. Not even
    a god could improve those lovely looks of yours
    but the mind inside is worthless.”
    Homer, The Odyssey

  • #11
    Bram Stoker
    “She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.”
    Bram Stoker, The Lady of the Shroud

  • #12
    Thomas More
    “For as love is oftentimes won with beauty, so it is not kept, preserved, and continued, but by virtue and obedience.”
    Thomas More, Utopia

  • #13
    Robyn Arianrhod
    “I understand my parents quite well. They think of a wife as a man’s luxury, which he can afford only when he is making a comfortable living. I have a low opinion of this view of the relationship between man and wife, because it makes the wife and the prostitute distinguishable only insofar as the former is able to secure a lifelong contract from the man because of her more favourable social rank . . . Which”
    Robyn Arianrhod, Young Einstein: And the story of E=mc²



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