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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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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Men
Opportunist
Thug
Fights
Worse
Fighting
Doe
Better

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You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.
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Please, Katsa, he finally said. At least talk to me. She swung around to face him. What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it. And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?
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I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.
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I love you, he said. You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry and there I'll stop. She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.
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When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?
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If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death.
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If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.
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The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.
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Then she'll know I'll want to knock her senseless if she so much as looks at me.
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While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were
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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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We need an ally of Mydogg's or Gentian's pretending to be among the most loyal allies of the king,' Brigan said. 'Shouldn't be so hard, really. If I shot an arrow out the window I'd probably hit on.
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Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan
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I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.
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She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.
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She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.
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