The Witchstone
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“You’re condemned souls,” Laszlo reminded them. “Your only duty is to suffer eternal torment. Besides, what do you care when I show up? Does it honestly upset you when I’m late?” “Yes,” sniffed one of the souls. “It does.” “Then I guess I’m doing my job.”
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his appearance changed—not his clothes but his person. The trim and tousled investment banker became a trim and tousled fiend with cobalt skin, moonstone eyes, and the needle-sharp teeth of a house cat.
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Everytime i make a demon character in a game i make them blue!
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“You need to pee,” he went on complacently. “You haven’t tinkled since we hit the road. Your bladder’s about to explode, but you’re too shy to pipe up. Am I right, or am I right?” “Bull’s-eye.”
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“Medium? Oh, for fuck’s sake. Here’s a life lesson, Maggie: Mediums are for indecisive pussies.
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where their teacher was pointing out the statue of an angel. Laszlo flipped off the angel
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It was a pretty good quip, in Laszlo’s opinion—pithy, clever, and he’d made it up on the spot. The woman merely handed him a receipt. Laszlo pegged her for a vegan. Maybe a Pisces.
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As a (vegetarian) pisces i can confirm this would be our reaction
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make us sound like animals.” “You are,” said Laszlo cheerfully. “But you’ve also got souls, which is why my kind finds you so irresistible. And really, being an animal isn’t a bad thing. The trouble starts when humans pretend they’re something else.”
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Reaching over, he took her hand and clasped it within his own. The two stared at each other’s reflections in the elevator doors.
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“And don’t leave me like that again.” When the doors opened, Laszlo squeezed her hand. “Never.”
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big problems often lead to bigger opportunities.”
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Maybe one day she’d be able to enjoy moments like this without a nagging sense of wariness or guilt. But she had spent nineteen years cultivating those emotions.