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  • #1
    Lotchie Burton
    “Yeah. I’m an asshole. But I promise you, when the shit rolls downhill and you need someone with a shovel, I’m an asshole who can get the job done.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #2
    Max Nowaz
    “Where’s my uncle?” she asked.
    “I don’t know who your uncle is, but if it as the guy who owned this place before I bought it, then he’s pushing up daisies.”
    “But it can’t be, he’s still young.”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #3
    Susan  Rowland
    “Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.”
    Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

  • #4
    Ellen J. Lewinberg
    “I have a question for you Water. What happens to the water in my body if I get angry at someone or if someone gets angry with me?”

    “A very good question,” said Water. “In either case, the water in your body gets upset and causes you to not feel very well. You feel sad, or maybe you will cry. Crying is good because it puts good endorphins into your body, and you will start to feel better. They help the water in your body to recover.”
    Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

  • #5
    J. Rose Black
    “If I’m going to do the time. Might as well do the crime?” 
    She scowled. “Worst pickup line in evolutionary history. Truly proof you never evolved past neanderthal.”
    J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

  • #6
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #7
    Rudyard Kipling
    “A Ripple Song

    Once a ripple came to land
    In the sunset burning-
    Lapped against a maiden's hand,
    By the ford returning.

    Dainty foot and gentle breast-
    Here, across, be glad and rest.
    "Maiden, wait," the ripple saith
    "Wait awhile, for I am Death!"

    'Where my lover calls I go-
    Shame it were to treat him coldly-
    'Twas a fish that circled so,
    Turning over boldly.'

    Dainty foot and tender heart,
    Wait the loaded ferry-cart.
    "Wait, ah, wait!" the ripple saith;
    "Maiden, wait, for I am Death!"

    'When my lover calls I haste-
    Dame Disdain was never wedded!'
    Ripple-ripple round her waist,
    Clear the current eddied.

    Foolish heart and faithful hand,
    Little feet that touched no land.
    Far away the ripple sped,
    Ripple-ripple-running red!”
    Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Books

  • #8
    Nevil Shute
    “This may have been what John and I were brought together for,’ she said. ‘In thirty years the world may need one of these little ones.’ She paused. ‘It may be Ronnie or it may be Willem, or it may be little Pierre who does great things for the world,’ she said. ‘But when that happens, monsieur, it will be because I met your son to show him Paris, and we fell in love.”
    Nevil Shute, Pied Piper

  • #9
    William Faulkner
    “When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.”
    William Faulkner

  • #10
    Mark Z. Danielewski
    “At first glance, it seems hard to believe these two men are even related let alone brothers. Tom is content if there happens to be a game on and a soft place from which to watch it. Navidson works out every day, devours volumes of esoteric criticism, and constantly attaches the world around him to one thing: photography. Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingly deep pools of sorrow. Which is how we know they are brothers, because like Tom, Navidson's eyes share the same water.”
    Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

  • #11
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
    tags: love

  • #12
    “Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilled out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with the putrid stench of previously ingested alcohol.

    'Look's like someone can't hold their drink,' McBlane said, and Dominic and Shugg laughed.

    Scott was still staring at the steam rising from his evacuated stomach contents as he heard the hammer fall. The dull crack of bone splintering under its weight.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree



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