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Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
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What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.
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The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.
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...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
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Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.
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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. Your face is wet, he said worriedly. I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.
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