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I used as many assets as I could, the power of physics, basic biology, systems of levers and pulleys, and unbridled vengeance.

You are kidnapped. They will steal your baby and sell him to monsters. They will throw you in a quarry. No one knows where you are. You must save yourself. This us the truth, accept it. Your only tools are the tools in this room. Figure this out. Execute the plan.

From the van, you want from anxiety, to hatred, to relief, to fear, to nothing. Get even or u won't win this.

Let's go save lives and kick ass.

Green Legend, the sword that Guangyu wore in the time of the Three Kingdoms. The finest sword ever forged. Light, harder than steel, too perfect a blade for any common man to wield. You have not held a sword until you have handled Green Legend. There is no finer sword. And whoever masters that sword, they shall rule the martial kingdom.

Traffic was a birch, but, then again, Eve thought, so was she.

Symbols matter, and they shouldn't be used like this. That's all.

The first kill, mostly an accident, took place on a hot night in August. By the time they arrived in New York, in mid-January, their tally was up to twenty-nine.

The last time we played confession was in the sixth grade. Summer vacation was just two days away. So was my mother's death.

Why would an attractive man like Paul Robinson waste his time on her? He was well educated, came from a moneyed family, she had no doubt. She was a cockney from the East End of London. What did he see in her? Clara should give herself more credit.

She was a complete stranger to this seaside town, but from day one each and every person that she had come into contact with had shown her kindness.

Carla Schofield was just eighteen years old, but the head she had on her shoulders would convince folk that she was much older.

Don't take the advice of anyone you meet here. We're all mad.

It's true cats have nine lives, you know. But cats can't count. So I don't know where I am.

"Why is an oyster like a writing desk?" ... "I think I know. An oyster is like a writing desk because neither can be drowned."

She was simply being rewarded for her age at the expense of her mother, who was being punished for hers.

Death didn't stop at the end of the day; it was the one guest that refused to leave for the night.

Eva didn't remember Lars, because obviously she wouldn't, but apparently he was a super nice guy who really helped out Fiona and Jarl a ton when they were just starting out. And he'd been a chef, which was awesome. It was incredible knowing she'd actually been related to one... Lars Thorvald, everyone said, was a legend in the kitchen.

Butchers don't get old - they just lose their prime.

Eve looked up at him, pinching her eyelids against the bright sky, but making happy eye contact with him that seemed to say, I love Dad, or maybe, I just took the runniest shit my father will ever see. In direct sunlight, it was hard to tell.

Subjugate me if you can, but don't you date humiliate me. And woe betide you if you're too timid to challenge me. I'm soft, but I only feel that softness in the heat of passion. And I can protect myself!

You can see and hear through most people's camouflage. And behind it you see all the things they worry and dream about, and the things they lack.

"She wasn't interested in women's rights or women's issues. This was between him and her." Huh.

pg 232 She felt as though her levels of understanding of human behaviour were being dug deeper with each day; as though the growing older and wiser which she had expected to do over a lifetime were being squeezed into these few months.

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How the hell do you prove a murder that took place twenty years ago?

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