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“wincing, as a scree of loose stone fell to the ground with a clatter. She thought Cameron might stand. Instead, he sat on the rock as if watching a sunset, in full view of the mothership. Piper finally found her voice. She reached up and took his wrist, tugging. But really, what did she think she would do? Drag him off, give him a concussion against the hot, baked ground? “It’s going to see us.” “It can already see us.” Jeanine piped up. “We haven’t seen any shuttles since leaving”
― Sean Platt, Annihilation

“looks lovely. Thanks, Mo. I will of course be claiming it as my own.’ She smiled and took the large bowl into her hands. ‘I shan’t tell a soul,”
― Amanda Prowse, My Husband's Wife

“snow-laden branches drooped down overhead and sharp twigs plucked at the puffy sleeves of his down-filled parka. It was a far cry from his usual postings, where the worst impediments were sunstroke and scorpion bites. Even though it was technically early afternoon, the sun was so dim that the light stanchions, positioned every few yards along the pathway, were all switched on, providing an eerie glow. As Slater approached the cemetery gateposts, scrawled with their anonymous plea to “Forgive me,” he glanced over toward the promontory where he could see Groves and a Coast Guardsman, cloaked in their own hazmat suits, repositioning a jackhammer to loosen whatever frozen soil still remained at the parameters previously demarcated by Kozak. The strips of wet sod that had already been removed had been laid, according to Slater’s instructions, neatly to one”
― Robert Masello, The Romanov Cross

“that I played a part in building. We needed a safe way for the Submissives and the Dominants to learn. This club isn’t a free-for-all. Although each Dominant has their own way of doing things, their own preferences and kinks, and we encourage the variety. Dressed in leathers, the trainers are lined up and waiting for the women to choose instruments from the extensive collection. Their sole purpose is to provide a means for the women to explore their limits. One woman, I believe her name is Lisa, is concerned about her positioning. Although she’s dressed in a simple cream chiffon romper, she’s on the waxed floor of the stage, practicing with a trainer offering advice. She’s not very”
― Lauren Landish, Sold