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His name was Death. It was pronounced to rhyme with teeth, but Bitterblue liked to mispronounce it by accident on occassion.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
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Boston
Massachusetts
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If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.
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And, he continued, his strange smile gleaming, as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?
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She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.
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It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins
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Your eyes are beautiful, he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.
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If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.
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A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.
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And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.
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He made her drunk, this man made her drunk and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.
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She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.
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If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.
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Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.
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I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you. - Po
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What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.
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That's interesting, Bitterblue said. You think a conscience requires fear?
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Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.
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She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.
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If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.
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Bacon improved things dramatically.
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Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
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