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I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the movie deal is merely a MEANS TO A MUCH HIGHER END: NAIL POLISH.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Goal
Nails
Understand
Author
Means
Merely
Ends
Ultimate
Mean
Deal
Much
Deals
Believe
Higher
Nail
Always
Movie
Polish

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Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. He was handsome, said said. Po moaned. Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome? I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs, said Katsa indignantly.
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He thinks we're made of money.
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As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.
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You're beautiful this morning, Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. You're impossibly sweet in my shirt. That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.
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Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan
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She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.
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Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.
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She knew he was angry, but she couldn't stop laughing. Forgive me, Po. I was only trying to get your attention. And I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you'd start by knocking down the house.
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You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?
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Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. Bacon, Bitterblue muttered. Bacon! she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
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My life is an apology for the life of my father.
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