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Painful things are quickly forgotten.

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
Painful
Forgotten
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Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.
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So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.
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Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
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You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
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Gods have bloody hands.
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Haste breeds error error breeds woe.
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You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.
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It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul.
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To take care of the world seemed, finally, a privilege rather than a burden. The Riddler had led them to life's greatest victory. They had found a home.
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To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.
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Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.
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Arrows are cheap you're expensive.
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I'm reverent from a distance.
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You get what you expect. Expect to heal. Expect victory.
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Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
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Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.
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These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
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I'm just a weapon of the god.
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We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.
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Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.
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