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Are you listening, little bird?
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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
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Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.
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He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even...
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Oh, dear me. Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
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Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky.
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Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
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Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.
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I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.
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Better to be strong than pretty and useless.
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most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.
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I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting. My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative.
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I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
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It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel. -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow
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There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.
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His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?
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People don’t really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you don’t live up to their snap judgments.
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The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.
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I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.
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Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.
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I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
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Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.
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