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After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Huh?' -Dodge(obviously)

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Frank Beddor
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Minneapolis
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A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. Did you drop something? Dodge asked the assassian. Caus I think I see you... he unheathed his sword and swung, decapitating the Glass Eye in one blow, ...head over there.
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Are you Lewis Carroll? Redd asked him.
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I think I speak for all of us when I say, Huh?
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I'm feeling generous today. You get to live.
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It is supposed that power corrupts,' the caterpillar said in a voice as untroubled as time itself. yet the powerful are often corrupt before they are powerful. In fact, I find that they too often become powerful by being corrupt. Whether real or perceived, a lack of power can also corrupt.
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Redd turned to her assassins. What is it I always say? The Cat, Sacrenoir, and the others bandied uncertain glances about. Don’t be stupid? ventured Alistaire. I should kill you now? offered The Cat. Do I have to murder everyone myself? tried Siren. No, idiots! When in doubt, go for the head. That’s what I always say.
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I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well, Redd said as, in the alcove, the final image dissolved. She blew at the cloud and it drifted out into the crypt. Has a malicious ruler ever suffered more? I think not.
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Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
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Silence is hereby outlawed. Silence breeds independent thought, which in turn breeds dissent.
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I'm having the weirdest sense of deja vu right now, said the green caterpiller. Duh! said the blue caterpiller. Do you think, just maybe, that's because you predicted this? Oh, yeah. --The Looking Glass Wars
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It had been an annoyingly peacful time in Boarderland, Blister cranky and despressed because he hadn't filled anyone with pus for nearly an enitre lunar cycle.
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Redd laughed. The lovely thing about being here, she said, gesturing at the maze, is that I'm able to immagine your imagination powerless. Ah, if only that were the case on the outside. But enough chitchat. If you're going to die--which you are--I'm sure you'd like to get it over with. --The Looking Glass Wars
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I've finished running from you, Redd. It's time for you to run. --Alyss
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Dodge, Alyss said, putting a hand to the parrallel scars on his cheek, that brand left so long ago by The Cat. She pressed her lips against each of them--four delicate kisses. When she pulled away, he was smiling.
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What do you want to do with me? she asked. You had an unpleasant tumble. He nodded toward the unfamiliar creatures. My Ganmede friends and I are nursing you back to health, that's all. By drugging me? (Molly and Arch)
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Without a twich of exertion, Redd sealed his lips with glue. Who wants to kill him? The Cat raised a paw. Siren and Alistare raised their hands. Mmmmmm mmm mmm, protested Jack.
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When I give the go ahead, go ahead, Alyss said, the jungle gym having come to a stop less than a gwormmy-length from her face. What? the four General Doppels cried at once. Run when I say so.
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But I killed you,” Alyss said. “Did you?” Red turned to The Cat. “Why wasn’t I informed?
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The only reason I don't kill him, he remember the woman saying, her voice sounding like the scrape of iron against iron, a corrosion of vocal cords, is because he's not important enough.
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