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“Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-aged to old men, drinking and cursing at the world like it was the last bus which had just left the stop without them.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I’m pretty sure she’s got an angel job now where she plucks a large handful of flowers and carries them up to God where they will bloom even brighter than on earth.”
 
Can we ask God to bring her back home?”
You know what, she’s already home.” Starla patted her chest. “She’ll always be right here in our hearts.”
But I can’t give her a hug.”
 
Yes, you can . . . if you hug yourself or me or Willa or Daddy or Big Pop or GoGo you’re hugging her because she’s a part of us.”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Words are annoying to read...”
― Coco Calvoz Cordon, Debbie Wants No Words

“He was likely part alien in origin, he had heard myths about shape-changing aliens, but it seemed it was a well-kept secret, and he needed to find out more”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

“Yes, she had been right to come back to Guernsey and hopefully this cottage would be the haven she had been seeking since…”
― Anne Allen, The Ghost of Seagull Cottage: Inspired by The Ghost and Mrs Muir

“After wriggling over multiple keys, Anna shut the computer as if locking away an explosive device.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Love Has Neither Time Nor Distance”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“How could he possibly say the words?”
― J L MARRAIN, THE GRIDD: PERILS OF THE LIGHTHOLDER

“I can feel her pulse through our linked hands, steady and strong—matching mine.”
― Tricia Newlan, Echoes of One Night: Forbidden Love Romance

“I wonder if things would have turned out differently, if Ihadn’t taken this trail.”
― Dawn Chalker, Bear Me in Mind

“Everything is more expensive. There is so much more to do in Madrid, so you’ll have to learn to say no to events so you can study.”
― Pilar Calvoz Cordón, Shape Your Path at IE University : What to expect from Spain’s Instituto de Empresa University

“It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change into a bit of this and a bit of that.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Too excited to be genuinely happy”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“A lawyer had to be himself in the courtroom, and if he was afraid, so be it. The jurors were afraid too. Make friends with fear, Lucien always said, because it will not go away, and it will destroy you if left uncontrolled.”
― John Grisham, A Time to Kill

“I can't bear to hear a human being spoken of with contempt just because of his group identification...It's these respectable people here who create those hooligans out there.”
― Isaac Asimov, Prelude to Foundation

“Only now, years after having read though the works of Shakespeare, Dickens, Scott, Poe, Balzac did he realise that even the most prolific writer created only one novel; throw away the individual bindings and the whole of each man's writing constituted one book: the true and complete portrait of himself. An artist had one thing to say, and one only; he might flail about, seek new techniques, forms, colour combinations, subjects, but intrinsically he would always paint the same canvas, write the same book.”
― Irving Stone, The Passionate Journey

“He glared at her. "Aye, and you shall be the best cabin boy I have ever had or I will feed you to the sharks. Savvy?" He turned and stomped back to the
ship”
― Bev Stout, Secrets of the Realm