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Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 59
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Times
Many
Snake
Snakes
Shed
Skin
Skins
Yesterday

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Oh, please, I rolled my eyes, You're a leftie, Barrons. Touche, Ms. Lane, he murmured.
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You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!
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I've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under.
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Feelings, emotions - they are neither right nor wrong. They cannot be assigned a value. Feelings *are*. By labeling a feeling wrong, you force yourself to ignore that feeling. And what you most need is to feel it, let it burn through you, then get on with life.
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For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.
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Mac: It's not the sidhe-seers. He stopped and went very still. JZB: Who is it? Mac: The MacKeltars. He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: Well played, Ms. Lane. Mac: I had a good teacher. JZB: The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane. Mac and Barrons
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I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.
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Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.
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I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.
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He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way he was almost frightning.
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Who would ever understand me?
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See me when you look at me.
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I can smell you, Ms. Lane, he said, even more softly. The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb. My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.
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Are we, like, having a conversation? Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so, then yes, I would call this a conversation
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He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.
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Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them
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I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.
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When you know who I am. Let me be your man.
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Okay, Barrons, it's time. I am not helping you shave your legs. he said instantly. Oh please. As if I'd let you.
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