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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

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
Going
Faintly
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Kill
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Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.
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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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I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.
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Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will do so. Like yourself? Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted. Really, she said dryly. Except for me, he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.
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I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.
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And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails? I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.
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My heart has jet lag.
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It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.
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If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.
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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 knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.
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Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.
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Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face.
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His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.
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What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?
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The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.
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Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar. Dageus, Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, why are you introducing me to a mirror?
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Jericho. Mac. Thank you for saving my life. Again.
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The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.
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Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance.
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