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“I was thinking about Muad’Dib,” he said.

“You think he predicted the future,” she said.

“That is the Mentat teaching.”

“I hear the doubt in your voice, Miles. Did he predict or did he create?”

Traveling on a plane all day so this shall be my new friend

That same question came into his head, over and over, and he still had no
answer.

Why do I do this?
Why?

. “I and a few brave companions chosen people, you understand, people of quality—are engaging on a great journey! An epic voyage! A grand adventure! I have little doubt that, should we be successful, there will be stories told of this for years to come. Very many years.”

"I know you think I’m an ass and, well, I daresay I am, but I don’t plan always to be one. I don’t know why you even look at me, and I don’t know much about this sort of thing but, well… I think about you all the time. I hardly think about anything else any more.”

“Any fight against Bethod is my fight now. I mean to see the end of
him.” Once he’d thought on it, the Dogman had never yet seen Threetrees
change his mind. Never once. “Who’s with me?” he asked.

They all were. Course.

“I am not going with you, old pink fool.”

“Why? What other business have you which is so very pressing?”

That needed no thinking about. “Vengeance.” Her favourite word.



me when i'm Batman
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Pray your indulgence, at our story’s end, our humble purpose was not to offend.

“My fucking old arse it wasn’t,” hissed Bayaz through gritted teeth,
while fixing a grin and clapping enthusiastically

His pasty pale fingers twitched on his crimson silk mantle like white slugs. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling gently, accompanied by gentle splutterings as spittle issued from his slack lips and ran down his chin, joining the sweat on his bulging jowls and helping it to turn his high collar dark with wet.
Truly, Jezal was in the presence of greatness

“And this is the Inquisition? I had no idea the circus was in town. I wonder if they stand on each other’s shoulders? Or jump through flaming hoops?

‘A remarkably diverse selection,’ said Glokta.”

‘Do you smell that? Do you smell that, Master Ninefingers? It smells like...’ he rubbed his thumbs and fingertips together as he strode along, searching for the words ‘…mystery! Adventure!’

It smelled like shit to Logen.

“Malacus, what’s an Eater?”
Quai’s head snapped round to look at Logen, his face a picture of horror.
“It’s forbidden,” he whispered, “to eat the flesh of men…”

In my estimation, more misery has been created by reformers
than by any other force in human history. Show me someone
who says, “Something must be done!” and I will show you a
head full of vicious intentions that have no other outlet. What
we must strive for always! is to find the natural flow and go
with it.
—THE REVEREND MOTHER TARAZA, CONVERSATIONAL RECORD, BG FILE
GSXXMAT9

"The locked and rusted gate that stood before us, with wisps of river fog threading its spikes like the mountain paths, remains in my mind now as the symbol of my exile."

"The arch that led into the rotunda beneath the Dome of Bright
Carvings stands forever in my mind, imperishable, as the symbol of
my failure"


no mames guey

My copy unfortunately at a friends house so this is postponed

“He paused. "You're her, aren't you?"She didn't need to ask what he meant. She simply dropped a horseshoe to the ground behind her."Yes," she said quietly, then Pushed off of the shoe.”

HERMOTHY

Zane loomed above her, his face dark. "You were supposed to save
me," he hissed.

Part 4 time