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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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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
United States
Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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Telling
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Rabid
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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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And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
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What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure.
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Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.
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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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And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.
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What you can't run away from, you have to face
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Better to be strong than pretty and useless.
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Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
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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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