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The only reality you can control is the one you're willing to face.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Cincinnati
Ohio
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The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.
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Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
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There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth? -Mac
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Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock. His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh. She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.
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The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews.
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He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.
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Jericho. Mac. Thank you for saving my life. Again.
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You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other.
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It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.
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I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?
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How will we get back up? I worried. I have a different route in mind for our return trip. Does it involve stairs? I asked hopefully. No. Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles.
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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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Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.
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Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.
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See me when you look at me.
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You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.
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-I'm going to kill the kid. - Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bodly laught. -Get in line
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Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does job applications anymore?” “I do.” I squint at it, then him. “What are you paying me?” I angle. “Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does money anymore.” I snicker. First sign of any sense of humor he’s shown. Then I remember where I am and why. I wad it up and throw it at him. It bounces off his chest.
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