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“Lawson, also known by his call sign of Hiker, had been my best friend since our navy days. He now had the distinction of being the sheriff of Santa Rosaria.
“Where the hell are you? It sounds like you’re far away.”
“I’m on the top deck of a cruise ship in the Panama Canal.”
“Swamp, I’m busy. I don’t have time for your jokes.”
“Then why the hell did you call me?”
“I’m calling because some hot shot lawyer called my office for a character reference on you.”
“Why?”
“I’ll ask you the same question. Why? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Of course I’m not in any kind of trouble! What did you say to him?”
“I told him you’re some kind of character.”
― Appellate Judge
“Where the hell are you? It sounds like you’re far away.”
“I’m on the top deck of a cruise ship in the Panama Canal.”
“Swamp, I’m busy. I don’t have time for your jokes.”
“Then why the hell did you call me?”
“I’m calling because some hot shot lawyer called my office for a character reference on you.”
“Why?”
“I’ll ask you the same question. Why? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Of course I’m not in any kind of trouble! What did you say to him?”
“I told him you’re some kind of character.”
― Appellate Judge
“He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
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― The Three Witches and the Master
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― The Three Witches and the Master
“Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.”
― Mister Monday
― Mister Monday
“Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.”
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“As Merlin sat at his desk, he caught a brief glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall opposite…He was approaching his mid-forties, tall, with dark Latin features thanks to his Spanish father. Bright green eyes sat above an aquiline nose, and his full head of jet-black hair was now speckled with the odd bit of grey.”
― Death of an Officer
― Death of an Officer
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