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  • #1
    Tony Debajo
    “He was now surrounded by fools, who only stood by his side out of fear or their self-interest to raise their station in the realm.”
    Tony Debajo, A Heart Full of Malice

  • #2
    JoDee Neathery
    “A wise man, my father, always said, a bitter root bears bitter fruit and then he’d point to the crucifix on the mantel adding . . . he’s the only one who had the right to be bitter and wasn’t.”
    JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

  • #3
    “Even if you are an introvert, you’ll still find many possibilities for meeting others. Everyone is so welcoming, and you will make friends regardless because the town is small!”
    Pilar Calvoz Cordón, Shape Your Path at IE University : What to expect from Spain’s Instituto de Empresa University

  • #4
    “by”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #5
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Kurt, could you please serve this invoice upon the Prussian Pickle, the Major General von Trotha for  the disrupting the legitimate working of F..H. Schmidt Engineering Services?”
    Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

  • #6
    “I didn't love him anymore, but at the same time, I didn't hate him, either.”
    Lo Monaco, Fallen in a Dark Uneven Way

  • #7
    Joseph A. Anderson
    “He falls further into darkness. The stinging pain of daily torture and the numbing cold hardly bother him now, and he relishes the thought that soon he might disappear entirely. Then Lylitte is there in his thoughts again, and the splitting pain brings him back into this life, and again, only one thing eases the torment: winding further out of existence.”
    Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

  • #8
    “Such abilities are the true gifts of the spirit, my daughter.”
    Candace Lynn Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal

  • #9
    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

  • #10
    Ashby Jones
    “
When he got to his feet, the miasma lingered. It came to Shane that he could never remove Jesse from his conscience because he would never be able to forgive himself if he did. Without question, there were some sins that could not be forgiven.”
    Ashby Jones, The Little Bird

  • #11
    Susanna Clarke
    “As well as my regular meetings with the Other and the quiet, consolatory presence of the Dead, there are the birds. Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.
    Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

  • #12
    “VIDEO ARCHIVE-
    INTERVIEW 24768 . GOLD-EYE
    I like trees… grass… only birds in sky. People walking safe. Family
    No Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place.
    Grow plants. Build.
    Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home.
    After Change goes back…
    I want home.”
    Garth Nix, Shade's Children
    tags: home, safe

  • #13
    Allen Ginsberg
    “Millions of fathers in rain
    Millions of mothers in pain
    Millions of brothers in woe
    Millions of sisters nowhere to go

    Millions of daughters walk in the mud
    Millions of children wash in the flood
    A million girls vomit and groan
    Millions of families hopeless alone”
    Allen Ginsberg, Poems

  • #14
    Bernhard Schlink
    “What is it?'
    'Nothing,' he said, and put his arm around her.
    'You sighed.'
    'I'd like to be further along than I am.'
    She snuggled against his side. 'I know that feeling. But don't we make progress in fits and starts? Nothing happens for a long time, then suddenly we get a surprise, have an encounter, reach a decision point, and we're no longer the same as we were before.”
    Bernhard Schlink, Sommerlügen

  • #15
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.”
    Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time: With Related Readings

  • #16
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “Nothing more strongly arouses our disgust than cannibalism, yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson



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