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What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure.

Lilith Saintcrow

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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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Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—
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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 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 sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next.
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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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God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.
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The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.
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It wasn't sarcasm. Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe. Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.
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And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
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Graves: It’s going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one’s free.
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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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Graves: Are you skipping? Off to a good start. Dru Anderson: I don’t want to deal with it today. Graves: Okay. I know a place to go. You shoot pool? I’m Graves. Dru Anderson: I know. Dru. Graves: Dru. You’re new. Couple of weeks, right? Welcome to Foley.
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You're my friend, Danny. You understand? There's no debt between friends. Maybe it's just that the debt gets so high you stop counting it.
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Boys always get the best eyelashes it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.
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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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They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.
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What you can't run away from, you have to face
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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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I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
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Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.
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