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I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write

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Laurell K. Hamilton
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: February 19
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I'm not real big on repentence ... I like revenge better.
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...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all.
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He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he? Deputy Coltrain asked. I smiled, not sweetly. He promised not to.
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trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.
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