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“You’re like that black-and-yellow strip of tape the police stretch across a crime scene. Everything about you screams ‘do not cross.’ And like my friends down south say, my momma didn’t raise no fool. I know a dangerous woman when I see one.”
― Lotchie Burton, Dante's Revenge

tags: action-packed, emotionally-charged, exciting, romance, suspense

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“Ah! You speak Levitan,” the man smiled. “But you’re not from Levita I think.” Like most Levitians he was a good looking man, if perhaps a bit effete for Brown’s tastes.  “No, I lived there for a while.”  “Did you enjoy your stay?” “Up to a point. The Levitian women are very beautiful.” “Yes of course. So are the men in Levita,” the man smiled. “We used to have a cleansing programme to ensure a healthy population.” “You mean a culling policy, where you killed all the weakest members of the population.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

tags: dark, dark-humour, drama, fiction, mystery, thriller

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“God’s love language is obedience.”
― Kathryn Krick, The Secret of the Anointing: Accessing the Power of God to Walk in Miracles

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“In order to be labeled organic, a crop must be grown without the use of certain synthetic pesticides and fertilizers, as specified by the USDA. Though produced with fewer synthetic compounds, organic vegetables are not necessarily tastier or more nutritious than their conventional counterparts. Also keep in mind that the certification process is often too expensive for small farms even though their practices may meet or exceed those set by the USDA. The smallest farms-those selling less than $5,000 worth of crops annually-may by law label their produce organic without being inspected or certified. Rather than rely on labeling, we prefer, when possible, to buy locally grown vegetables in their season.”
― Irma S. Rombauer, Joy of Cooking

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“He grimaced and went after her. “I’m not a trainer. Just spent a lot of time working out.”

“Misspent youth, clearly.” She held the door open, standing just outside.

“My application to princess school was rejected.” Callan exited the building and fell into step alongside her. “Working out was how I coped.”

Sunlight peeked out from behind striped clouds and lit the early-morning sky. Autumn weather chilled the perspiration on his skin.

“Such a shame.” Meridian glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye.

“What is?”

“That you didn’t go to princess school. Could have learned some manners.” Her blue-green eyes sparked in the sunlight. And her mouth . . . Her lips set in some smart-looking, lopsided grin, with a small dimple.

I should definitely kiss that look off her face.

“Overrated. Inefficient. And I look terrible in a tiara.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath