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You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.
Holly Black
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Holly Black
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
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Some promises aren’t worth keeping.
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The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They'll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.
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Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. I saw your mother's trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you're just like her. If I was, I would make you beg to blow me, I sneer.
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You set me up, I say. One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.
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I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power.
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If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what' to steal in the fridge. We're trying to find evidence she's the poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth. Ruth shrugged and walked past Val.
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It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules. Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. Guess what? I'm a worker.
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He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.
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I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
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I need your help, says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.
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I'm not very good at explaining things, she said. But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with them.
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Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
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Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.
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She took a deep breath, Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing? His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, yes, he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5
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She was the epic crush of my childhood. She was the tragedy that made me look inside myself and see my corrupt heart. She was my sin and my salvation, come back from the grave to change me forever. Again. Back then, when she sat on my bed and told me she loved me, I wanted her as much as I have ever wanted anything.
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A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one.
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I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.
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I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.
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I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
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You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.
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