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Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.
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Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me makes me feel warm and stupid.
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Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.
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How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?
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But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.
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He doesn’t beat me,” I said irritably. “I’d kill him if he did.” “She would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But we’re working on that, aren’t we, Ms. Lane?
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You could ask me to teach you.” “Huh?” This night is getting weird in a hurry. “Teach me like you’re teaching a class or something? What are you going to call it: ‘You Too Can Be a Sociopath 101’?” “It would be more like a graduate-level class.” I start to snicker. His sense of humour sneaks up on you. Then I remember who’s talking and bite it off.
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Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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For the record, Irish, he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, I kneel to no one.
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He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.
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I'd learned a thing or two. Hope strengthens. Fear kills.
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