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Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

Holly Black

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Holly Black
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
New Jersey
United States
Dies
Death
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Nevermore, Lolli said. That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.
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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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It's starting to sink in, Corny said. I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.
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Farewell, Father, she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.
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She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
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Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.
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He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
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I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact. I'm not scared of being spoiled, Val said.
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Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.
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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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Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
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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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She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.
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Death’s favorites don’t die.
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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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He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
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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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Pet the cat dude, says Sam. She brought you a present. She wants you to tell her how badass she is. You are a tiny tiny killing machine. Daneca coos. What's she doing? I ask. Purring! says Daneca. She sounds delighted. Good kitty. Who's an amazing killing machine? That's right. You are! You are a brutal brutal tiny lion! Yes, y
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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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Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.
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