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Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Science Fiction Writer
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Cincinnati
Ohio
Fever
Ice
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Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.
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You're not falling for me, are you, Irish? -Adam to Gabrielle
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All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.
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We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours.
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I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not been devastated by Barrons' death. The alchemy of grief has forged a new metal. I have been transformed. There's only one way I can make his death okay. Undo it.
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He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.
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If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?
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Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
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