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- "A billionaire can do that a thousand times over. He can have all he wants, and he can have it whenever he wants it. He can drive himself—he can rise early and buy everything in sight as fast as he can, and still die an old man with more money than he could ever count."
- He felt like Lytol in Dragonflight, a dragonrider who lived a solitary life after his dragon died. Ever since Trevor had read Anne McCaffrey's Dragonflight, he wanted to befriend a dragon—and not simply befriend a dragon, mind you, but establish that mental connection that only dragonriders could share with their dragons. Trevor wasn't about to say that he had this connection with Coriath—but their friendship was the closest he had ever gotten.
- Trevor's voice was small and fading, as if Coriath was underwater, and he could hardly understand what Trevor was saying; but he knew what Trevor wanted him to do.
- "This isn’t exactly the right answer, but I think Mark is searching for something that he doesn’t know how to find. When I see Connor serious, I know for a fact that everyone will follow his command. He is a natural leader…if he wants to be." Kara nodded twice. "Mark, I believe, is trying to find his place in the world and instinctively he’s following your brother for guidance."
- "Well, that’s just it. I wanted to see if you could understand the puzzle. I think you got it. Now Katie, what do we need to know?"
- Longsword had been bewildered. His head ached from the noise and confusion. Gladys was no help; even if she could have spoken his language, she was crying too hard to be coherent. Her sobs had quickly started to grate on him but he couldn’t tell her to stop and risk upsetting her—and his baby—even more. He wondered where the other woman was, the calm one who had gotten angry when he’d wanted to stand up earlier in the day. He felt certain she would know what to do and would be able to explain everything to him.
- The aestri shrugged. "The kaedith may not have known all, just that you were wanted by Hura." Then she sighed. "But it would not have mattered. Tsarin still had her precinct to consider, and she could not have you running about kissing her and thinking evil thoughts, could she! Anyway, if it were not for her then we would not have met!" Taf crawled nearer and stroked Jorden's fabric-clad legs.
- The rebellious Roman is expecting war, given his attempt to overthrow the republic’s government, and Pompey wants to attack first. He tells Menecrates firmly, "If the great gods be just, they shall assist the deeds of justest men!"
- They both stood looking at the other for several seconds. One not wanting the evening to end the other wanting the evening to end for reasons she knew she would never be able to explain.
- My face flushed from frustrated anger. Of course, I realized this was irrational on my part, but I couldn’t seem to help it. I knew there was always the chance that Ember could end up in ISS because of her IPOD. After all, she always had it with her. I had solemnly promised Ember that I would only use my obliteration skill on the ninety or so ridiculous boys that still wanted to ask her out. This iPod confiscation was an emergency of sorts and it didn’t concern Ember in an odd way. I had loaded all her pictures from her birthday party into that device, so she could look at them whenever she wanted to. I couldn’t allow some clueless school official to stumble across the pictures and decide to take a look through them. Not only was that an invasion of my sister’s privacy, but there was always a chance that some of those pictures could end up on someone’s computer.
- "I do not understand," Leon starts. "Yesterday, you looked at me as though you would have wanted nothing more than to kill me. Both of you. Yet, now, you act toward me as one might an old friend."
- Torrie, however, did not yet meet the conditions for a Challenge. He would have to marry and have a son of his own. He was moving in this direction, and the Warrior God knew, it was time to be thinking about a wife for him. Unfortunately his eye had come to rest on a young woman whose hand in marriage would be another kind of challenge for his father. He wanted to marry into the Rodolphs, the house his father should have married into, if he had been more attentive to power and less to love in his youth. He wanted to marry his father's mistress. Did he know the King was bedding the beautiful, young Thalassa Rodolph? It had not been more than a few months. Was it that obvious? Did Torrie already have his own spy network? Surely nothing like that could get by the ever-watchful Ermin, unless, of course, Ermin shifted his loyalty from father to son. That would make a quick end to the rule of King Anglewart of the Eastlands.
- Strog made a sideways glance to them, and motioned for them to stay at their posts. He unenthusiastically grabbed a set of keys from a lonely hook embedded in the wall. He knew where the queen wanted to go, but still had no idea why.
- I felt that slight pang of nausea I get when I learn I am the subject of gossip. I wanted to change the subject. Gain some leverage.
- Beth Ann Brooks had been the Homecoming Queen in her senior year at Riverside High School. She was a cheerleader, a Merit Scholar, and president of the Central Spirit Committee. She went to church with her family every Sunday and sang in the choir. She was a freshman at Furman University, on her way to a degree in sociology. She wanted to work with the homeless and the poor. Beth Ann Brooks had the brightest of all possible futures and would have brought hope and joy to so many people.
- Cade wanted to reach out and take this beautiful creature into his arms, but he fought the temptation with every ounce of self-control that remained within him. He wondered if she had any idea of the power that she held over him. He knew in that instant that he loved her more than his own life, that without question if necessary he would give his own life so that she may live. Intellectually he knew how foolish it was to think this way about someone whom he had just met; after all he had only known her since yesterday. But why did it seem he had known her all his life? Or was it simply that he had been waiting for someone like her all his life, but in the end it he knew it did not matter one way or the other because she was with him now – right here right now and that was all that mattered.
- Carla did not play that kind of game and wanted nothing to do with Nicole approaching her man. She started walking toward Nicole, but was quickly intercepted by Daniel, who initially grabbed her by the arms and then held her around her waist pressing their bodies together.
- But that’s not the way it’s going to happen. What Obama didn’t say in his speech, and the thing Republicans will latch onto in the days ahead, is that he wants to tie the popular idea of raising visas for skilled workers to making broader changes in immigration laws—to which that Republicans strongly object.
- Now I really was scared, Alec was trembling slightly, and he looked like he wanted to slap me. While I was still trying to decide whether I should radiate smugness at having verbally bested him, or run back to the safety of the tutor room, he lunged forward and grabbed me around the shoulders.
- "Imelda, I'm afraid. I'm no use to him any more. He wants me out of the way. Would he …?" She put her hands over her face. "If only he would set me aside! I thought he would send me to the Women's Retreat House years ago, divorce me, replace me with a higher-born wife. Then it was a terrifying thought to me. Now it's what I long for. I'm just so … tired!"
- "That’s very true. But remember, you’re now speaking about a small number of apostles. Disciples probably numbered in the thousands, but there were only a handful of apostles. And those apostles chose to volunteer for a job. They wanted to help with his mission. The apostles were being groomed to represent Jesus, so certainly they had to do as he said. But generally speaking, the disciples simply came for a gift, and just as you said about genuine gifts, ‘no strings attached.’ So the word ‘follower’ doesn’t apply to the real teacher-disciple relationship as I understand it."
- "…but I decided I better meet her in a public place, because if she ended up slitting her wrists or my throat, I wanted to be able to get medical treatment quickly."
- What did she want? She wanted Jody gone from her body. Against Dan, Summer felt no notion of Jody Sims anywhere near her skin. Maybe once Dan was gone that familiar itch would return. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this was all she needed, one night with a man comfortable, kind. Dan was kind, and hard.
- Art rang off, feeling exhausted and aggravated. He followed the tunnel signs to the nearest up-ramp, wanting to get into the sunlight and architecture and warm himself with both. A miniscule BMW Flea blatted its horn at him when he changed lanes. Had he cut the car off? He was still looking the wrong way, still anticipating oncoming traffic on the right. He raised a hand in an apologetic wave.
- "Well, I was in the lobby. Sitting there and waiting for you to come back. She was sitting by me. She got up and left her purse and I returned it to her. That's all. We just sort of ... well, sort of got talking and she wanted to come out here."
- Mia anticipated where he was going with his question. "Look," she said. "That halftree wanted to kill you. I had to."
- His forehead knotted as he tried to think of any enemies he might have. His father probably had countless people who hated him; from soldiers who thought he was too harsh, to anyone who stood before the steel jaws of his Legions. Rommus himself didn't make any effort to offend people, so his list of enemies was short. Nevertheless, there was obviously some connection between the attempts, and at least one reason that someone wanted him and his father dead.
- Jain wanted to say that Eduard had to stay somewhere and that Marcus the innkeeper needed the coin. But even though she would soon be married, Jain was still considered a child in this house and thus was to be seen and not heard.
- Her thoughts were going negative, and she knew it – it was time to think about something else. Her coffee cup was empty and there were a couple things she wanted to iron down with Mike, including getting away for the reunion a couple months off. She grabbed her cup, stood up, and headed down to the office coffeepot, ducking her head under the ridiculously low door frame out of force of habit.
- At least she didn't ask me if I thought she looked fat in that dress. I considered my answer carefully, more because I wanted to be honest with Alison than out of any sense of self-preservation. "I've only known Leanne for a few days. Do I love her? I don't know. I do care very deeply for her, though."
- "Red?" Bear thought that funny. "We believe that warriors should be called whatever they want to be called. I knew a guy who insisted we call him Shit For Brains because he kept enlisting for the most dangerous duty. Brave bastard." And apparently dead. "Well, come on. Everyone wants to meet the guy who has enough energy to kill 257 duelers, back to back. Just the thought tires me out. Don't pull a wand or some of them might pee themselves."
- "Luxury hotels, not wanting to go for the macabre, can use this as a way to promote cultural tourism, a fast growing segment with a higher spend than average, by showcasing Mayan culture by having special attractions, speakers, events around this event," he added.
- "We won't be seeing the sun again for a few…years. The Admiral wants you to know that the ship will be under martial law after this point. Criminal activity will not be tolerated…."
- "It sounds almost as if you had a personal agenda in proving that." Apparently Campbell knew that Logan’s testimony would have this edge to it, and he wants to encourage it for some reason.
- "Yes, I'd rather camp out in the woods around a nice hot fire than go back there," Pacian muttered, neither of them mentioning the reasons for wanting to stay away.
- We parted cheerfully, but he was not cheerful, nor was I. There are certain expressions of that powerful organ of spirit--the human face--which, although I have seen them often, and possess a doctor's nerve, yet disturb me profoundly. One look of Mr. Jennings haunted me. It had seized my imagination with so dismal a power that I changed my plans for the evening, and went to the opera, feeling that I wanted a change of ideas.
- The clinic had been a fifteen minute ride and Kell settled in, wanting a beer down his throat, so wishing for a smoke. No more of those, but the beer would suffice. His eyes returned to that one passenger, was it her?
- Officer Johnson offered words of encouragement and we hung up. This was the first time I’d felt shaken since the shooting. I should have been getting ready for graduation, but I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted to lie down and let the world go by for a little while.
- "You know I broke it off with Seth after the shooting, right?" Amanda nodded that she knew this much. "I wanted to start seeing Max right away, but he wanted to give me a chance to change my mind about Seth, maybe to get over him. He took a job out of state for a few months. At the time I was really pissed, but looking back I think it kept me from feeling guilty about what I’d done to Seth. It kept me from flaunting Max in front of him and making the whole situation worse. Weird right?"
- She wasn’t alone. She was pregnant, a second test on Saturday morning confirming that Rose and her husband had indeed conceived another baby. Rose would make an appointment with her doctor later that morning, hoping to be seen sometime that week, preferably that day, maybe Tuesday. Rose wanted to know for certain, have something within her set into stone other than Michael’s news and Petra’s tears.
- The doctor was beginning to doubt whether the path he had chosen for himself now was the right one. Was this the life he had been looking for? He wanted peace of mind and he did have that at the beginning, but now something was astir inside him. It felt like the silence before the storm.
- "Perhaps I will," Master Jarvis said. "I'm concerned about Master Edling's motivation. I suspect he had another reason for wanting the people moved."
- It didn’t look like much. There were people banging away on laptops, handing out food to whoever wanted it, and another bunch standing in a circle banging on drums. I stood beside the other tourists and gawked for a bit before continuing on.
- "None of you have shown signs of inheriting our abilities. If you weren't surrounded by so much magic, or if your father and I didn't have the abilities we have, it's entirely possible that your names would just be names, with no symbolism or power behind them at all. We'd like to think that eventually Ammon will spend enough time away from us and balance his life out through enough traveling that the wind will work out of him and he can settle down and live a normal life, none the wiser of the world he has unknowingly lived in the first part of his life. Or it's possible he will have to travel for the rest of his life. I don't know. Either way, though, he won't draw any unwanted attention to himself. Wherever he goes it will be windy when he wants it to, and still when he doesn’t care. I’m sure he doesn’t even realize he’s capable of that. Beyond that, he has no special abilities, not unless he consciously tries to develop them."
- "Yes I never wanted that money. I never believed I would come back. I would never let my wife use that bloodstained money…you know. If the trawler drowned.... the money too would rest at the bottom of the sea."
- Now, Gerin required Idimus to suffer. wanted it to be more than momentary. More than a blade against his throat or in his chest. He wanted the King to live a long, long life and to be tortured for every second of it. There was only one way to accomplish such a task: remove his guarantee. Lose the war that would determine the dominate reign for a thousand years.
- "While I'm glad you two are bonding," Pacian interrupted, "there's still the unresolved matter of moving this bloody iron. And I just know my old friend Aiden will be there for me, if he wants to get paid." Pacian flashed him an oversized, friendly grin.
- Anna sighed. "Dear captain. It was me who wanted to come here. So don’t worry. Just get us the wine you promised and then we will sit here and pull this cape around us for warmth."
- To compliment the pinafore: black tights and matching patent leather shoes that mimicked my beloved portrait. The shoes were cobbled with the past in mind, dedicated work and hard shoes. Imported from Switzerland, naturally, they were the most I had spent on a woman in eons. But Daisy being a girl of simple single thoughts pondered none on the expense. She only smiled and clicked them together with utter delight, a defiant Dorothy Gale never wanting to return home.
- She shrugged and left. Russ found the Alisiyan pants, the ones with no pockets, and slipped them on. He’d have thought that after being watered all afternoon he would need to take a piss, but he didn’t. He’d retained all the water and felt like he could drink more. There was something wrong with that. But he left the room, not wanting to waste any time. He had to make sure Liseli really was in her room.
- Who could have done this to such a perfect angel of a child? I wanted to cradle her in my arms and cry for her lost life. She would never become a teenager or a woman now. I knew the creation of immortal children was prohibited, of course. I wondered what she was doing here, and what her future now held.
- I’d picked it out a long time ago as the song I wanted to play the first time I…my hand covered my gaping mouth as I took in the rest of the room. Every detail set the tableau of my dreams.
- "She’s a researcher for the University of Las Vegas. That’s where her faculty appointment is, so that’s why she’s out in Las Vegas. She said that she’s very interested in your case, and after I gave her the details about what’s been going on recently she said that she wanted to meet us at whatever time we were able to get into town," he said quickly, nervously. He was hiding something, to be sure.
- "Well, dear heart," said he, "I wanted to tell you about it yesterday and I have come to do so today. I never experienced anything like it before. I am in love, my friend!"
- Sadly, Tray and I wanted to be free as well. We had never been confined to any place. I was stuck here in Western North Carolina though, burning ablaze on the inside, missing a part of my soul somewhere and wishing to be free. We had been living in this house longer than we had ever been anywhere that I could remember. I realized then that my desire to fly tonight was more about my need for freedom.
- "Father's rather jumpy to-night," he said. "But I think he wanted to get rid of us: he may wish to talk to my mother. So it was best to leave them, wasn't it?"
- The men in front stopped, and his heart almost leapt from his chest.He could not get a breath. He pulled his collar away from his neck. Why had they stopped?What was going on ahead?The men in front had made a corner and he could not make his way past to find out what in the blazes was stopping them.He wanted to berate the men blocking the way, but he could not gather a breath.The fear of being trapped in this abysmal pass was about to drive him out of his head.He frantically fought his way forward, men finally pushing against the side of the canyon as he forced his way through.His throat was tight and his breathing was almost done.He had never experienced such an acute case of claustrophobia before. He must get out!
- Between work, Ash, and stupid shoes, Marthe was ready to call it quits, throw in the towel. However one wanted to say it, Marthe Souza was nearing the end of her rope.
- It ends a few weeks later when a man who works for the Pepsi Corporation comes in and sits in my section. He orders a Pepsi, and I tell him (nicely) that we serve Coke products. He says he knows that, but if I want a tip I need to serve him a Pepsi. He has one in the car that he’ll bring in, he says, and he wants me to bring a glass with ice and he’ll pour the Pepsi into the glass.
- "Growing up on the streets and such." Theo's eyebrows drew together in concentration and he put his burger down to nab a fry from the basket we shared. "Or did you mean growing up with the nuns? I've always wanted to ask Father O'Brien about the sordid escapades of the Catholic Church, but I'm afraid he would damn me to Purgatory just for having the thought."
- "Why the fuck not? He did! He went off all cocked, went right off the fucking edge of the world. He left them Autumn, LEFT THEM." Summer didn’t shout, didn’t scream, but her children squealed in peals of giggles. "He left them, that drunk sonovabitch. Just fucking ignored all we ever were to him. We never mattered to him Autumn, never. If I want to matter to someone, well pardon me. Excuse me for wanting some small piece of my life back. Ex-cuse the fuck out of me!"
- "Thank you, Daughter," Ignacio said to Graice. Turning to Sybille, he said, "Holder wants to buy a bottle of walawa extract when we reach Lucidus. He said you would know what that is."
- "Now, Mr. Crawley has been so intent on saving this court so much time, I thought perhaps we could skip all these witnesses if Mr. Crawley wanted to agree that the drug AZT actually creates the very disease it is supposed to treat – AIDS."
- Dr. Sock was still focused on the pain, only half accepting the argument he’d been given. Maybe he had considered supervillainy as a kind of game. Maybe he hadn’t. He didn’t care right now. He just wanted to lie down on his couch, drink some water and cringe away the agony. But he hadn’t been to his apartment in days. The landlord could have rented it to someone else. He was a capricious bastard like that.
- "It's okay, I've accepted it now, more or less. I still miss them horribly but Papa wouldn't have wanted me to fret. He always said that if anything happened to separate us that I must go on and be happy. I'm trying very hard. Kolyei helps a lot. Kiltya would too, if Alan would let her, but he won't."
- As the headache ebbed to a more bearable level, he rose and walked outside, glancing irritably at the sun, which rose in golden glory, a point of hot white light that stabbed at his eyes. He was still not used to its brightness. He preferred the dim, warm caverns of the Underworld, which the inner fire's lurid glow lighted. Why his father wished to conquer this awful place was beyond him. He just wanted to go home. He found the sun too bright, the nights too cold, and revolting water had fallen from the sky until he had learnt to control the weather. Banishing the clouds, however, brought out the sun in renewed fury. Gathering the fleecy white puffballs to block out the hated sun inevitably led to a drenching. Either way, he could not win, and now rarely bothered to interfere with the weather other than to deflect gathering storms.
- "I wanted to be close to San Francisco, where Greg had felt at home, and I immersed myself in my studies to try to get over his death. I also offered my help at a local AIDS clinic as often as I could. But it wasn’t easy, and it took a long time for me to feel even somewhat normal again." Sarah looked out the window as she said, "I loved my brother very much…and he was so talented."
- "It sure is. I wanted to give it to you first thing yesterday, but when you came home you were so tired you couldn’t acknowledge little old me. Your so like David, working yourselves to death. I held it for you till now." She now stood directly behind him, enjoying his sincere expression.
- Our car was parked on the opposite side of the mall. We both started laughing at the absurdity of this 'over-the-top-forklift-necessary’ situation. I wanted to do something special for Tray, and these would fill the bill nicely. Surprise-surprise though, they would be stuck in Sears until he came to pick them up.
- I shivered, picturing the face again with the bandanna. There was no way I wanted to stand around thinking about that all day. I let my breath go. Looked around the store for customers, though I knew none were there. I felt in my pocket for the pack of smokes, and got ready to make a dash for the cooler.
- "He wants me to send him money to fee a counsellor," she said, while her eyes wandered over the pictures on the wall, and back again to the looking-glass; and certainly she did not look as if his jeopardy troubled her very much.
- Life had crumbled and Zack was ill prepared for the consequences of his actions. He looked out onto the water and thought for a minute about tying a huge rock to his waste and ending it all... this way he would be in the one place that he loved. He even conjectured that no one would even notice that he was gone. His parents had moved down to Boca Raton, Florida, and he hadn’t talked to them in a year - they wanted nothing to do with him.
- The bird said, "Colin, the power of the Evil Goblin is getting much too strong and he wants the book brought to him and his men to the Forgotten Forest. But take heart. You will win one day. In the end, you will come through to the last."
- "Excuse me a moment, I think the Archioness wants to speak with me," Nellise said as soon as Ariel had finished, getting up off the floor and making her way over to speak with Celeste, who’s white robe was stained with blood and ash, but her face showed she was resolute and in control of the situation.
- "She wouldn't want me to say. The band is pulling apart. Yakob Zadok wants to follow the Holy. Andreas and Rock prefer the Persianists. They've met one named Paulus who wants to help us."
- Andy? Liz just wanted to know how her exam went. Okay? You did sit in on her exam, didn't you? Yes, of course. It went well? Good. Liz was worried about that last question. Thanks.
- The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their big cow-boy hats, great baggy dirty-white trousers, white linen shirts, and enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all studded over with brass nails. They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. On the stage they would be set down at once as some old Oriental band of brigands. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion.
- "It only takes a matter of minutes to thaw them out and have them back to normal." He waited for a response from Mr. Garner. "Fine! If you don’t want to make the trade, I’ll just have to come and get her myself." Still Mr. Garner didn’t say anything. "I am not going to harm her, you know that, but I can’t promise the same for those people in the drawers." The man wanted a reaction, but Mr. Garner just sat there, staring straight ahead. "Why are you holding on to her like this?" I was dying to know who the ‘her’ was. I had never experienced suspense like this before. I wanted to say something.
- "But I also want you to send your warriors north to hunt down Mongols as soon as it’s confirmed that I have killed the Immortal One. There are one hundred times as many Chinese as Mongols, so spread the word that every Asian who wants to avenge the Mongols before they become extinct should start doing so right after I kill their leader at the Olympics."
- She shakes her head. "Daddy only invited worshippers." She sees your frown and adds, "Useful humans. Daddy wants them to see the elohim is complete again. They expect that."
- "No, it definitely do not be easy. I wanted to be staying. To hug you. To be telling you I be missing you and thinking of you all of these years, but I couldn't."
- "I will do my best," Angharad said, speaking much more slowly—over-exaggerating now, which wasn’t really what I wanted either.
- "That’s it? A meeting? Jesus, it’s just a meeting. He probably wants you to reassure him before he presents to the CEO, is all."
- Hector got up and waited, as if nothing happened, to resume their journey where they had left off. He sat chewing a piece of cane, stripping the shoot with his teeth and spitting out the bits of masticated fibrous stalk that couldn’t be digested. She wanted to tell him to go and leave her, she would make her own way without him but could only sit and cry. Before she could get up or do anything, the quiet of the cane field was broken by the sound of an engine and Hector alerted to the noise grabbed her under one arm. She was just able to pull on her pants before he pulled her into the cane, and they lay on the ground among the roots and stubs. Hector watching the road spotted a green jeep and white pickup truck pull up. She hardly cared who found her and was still sobbing when the doors to the vehicles opened and men got out and Hector put his hand around her mouth. There were four men in total, two in military uniforms and two in irregular militia clothing, they all carried AK-47s.
- During the pause in play, we all had to write a name on a little placard. When our time came, we would hold it above our heads and say the name of the team member we wanted to send home. Completely up to us. Whether they had won much for the team or not.
- Sir Bale asked him to come to the Hall and take luncheon; but Trebeck was in haste. Cattle had arrived which he wanted to look at, and a pony awaited him on the road, hard by, to Golden Friars; and the old fellow must mount and away.
- The young soldier who had brought her protested, "The Lord told me to torture her. He said he wants to hear her scream."
- Farn objected. He had clung to Tika since Krea’s death and he wanted to carry her to ensure her nearness. Kadi understood what was uppermost in his fears.
- Our thermostat conversations would always end with, "Newton’s on the way," and I would dispatch Junior down to her suite. They liked Junior because he was a young, fit, blonde kid. They often kept him down there until the pounding stopped; he would brag and make up stories about "Giving them what they wanted" but I think what they wanted was their toenails painted and their legs shaved.
- "The Soul-Care measurements. George wanted to fix the results, at least at first. He wanted me to falsify them so rich clients came out better. Technically it was easy. The way George saw it, the clients were suckers anyway, believing in all that afterlife stuff, and they may as well die happy, so he couldn't see any harm in it. That's George all over. But I wouldn't play ball. He offered me a cut of the proceeds, enough to make me a very rich man. Then he threatened to go it alone and use the gear in the pyramid, but we both knew that was a non-starter. Finally he tried to humour me by letting me measure him with the helmet. It was business ploy but the measurement had a deeply personal effect on him. He's not the same person. Did you notice that?"
- Tommy shook his head to dismiss my theory, but I kept goading him. "Admit it. You’ve always admired Smith’s warrior mentality, even if you never wanted to go to war yourself."
- He nodded again. He wanted to tell her how surprisingly good her flesh felt, but that would have been inappropriate. "Cup your hands," he said. He reached into the bucket to fetch a dozen oysters. He piled them onto her two hands. "Compliments of the house. Be careful opening them."
- She was telling the truth. Not all of it, but at least some of it. I wanted to tell her she didn't owe me anything, but there were so many questions I needed answered still. There was some kind of weird power struggle going on, and her brother was right in the middle of it all, but I couldn't ask her about any of it. She'd already said as much as she was going to.
- He grins, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out something like a dead hedgehog. He twists his hair on top of his head and pulls the thing over it. He looks like a kid wearing a dead hedgehog. "It's a Beatle wig. It was for straights who wanted to look cool. Now it's for freaks who want to look straight. Recycle and reuse, man!"
- "Seriously? He wasn’t pissed. I think he just wanted to know. He said he was taken by surprise when you broke up with him on the way home from the hospital. He said the last few months you wouldn’t discuss any of it with him. He felt like you’d shut him out."
- She blinked, and he could tell she wanted to argue, but then did as he asked. Chains rapped around his wrists did not prevent Jebe from using the wands against his captors, however, so Billy sliced into the muscles of both arms. Champa, naturally stopped to determine what the hell the Baron was doing, but he just gestured her to continue. With a wand in each hand, Billy then ordered Champa to slowly kill him. Finally understanding, she started slicing Jebe up to inflict maximum pain all over his body, enjoying every minute of it -- therapy for finding one’s family massacred. His body now knew death was imminent, so Champa took Jebe's wands as she looked into his eyes and watched him die.
- She wanted to snap at Noah for even suggesting counseling, but she saw the desperate look on his face. Taking a deep breath she ran a hand through her long hair and found that it was tangled and dotted with sticks and leaves. Her blond hair fell to her ankles because of the genetic propensity of Feathered people to have rapidly growing locks. Normally she kept it reigned in with a French braid, but at somewhere along the way it had escaped from its plaited restraints.
- I could tell it was a panic attack coming on. I felt a growing urge to yell for them to stop. I wanted to tear off the microphone and run back to my hotel room.
- The delver felt only one true fear, not of falling but of taking too much time. His goals were not without deadlines. He wanted to save Burbon from the dwarves, he wanted to save Dunop from the shadow trees and the sand giants, and he wanted to stop the war before it intensified to a point of no end. Time for each of these remained limited. Each pause, each delay was like a pin prick in the back of his brain. Unfortunate but true, the mountains were not an adventure to him now, they were an obstacle.
- Cecily looked like she wanted to smack me. "I had it under control," she muttered in my direction. "See?" she spoke to the guards. "The witch's wand must be defective. She has magic, as I said." I snickered some more.
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