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"At exactly the top of the hour, the message came.

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Jesus. Okay..."

Log Entry: Sol 79

Log Entry: Sol 38

Of Microbes, Mice, and Men

Hierarchy at Work

I'm reading three books at once, whoo-hoo!!!

Tyrion

"That's where the heart is, girl. That's how you kill a man."

Daenerys

"My sword is yours. My life is yours. My love is yours. My blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. I live and die at your command, fair queen."

Sansa

Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.

Bran

"Having a gay time now?" she inquired.

His mouth covered her mouth, and she was dead in less than a minute, conceding happily to his inquiring tongue.

He felt he could die here with his good intentions arrayed around him like flowers round a stiff, and nobody would know, or care, or mourn. Idealism was weakness here, compassion and indulgence. Unease was all: unease and --Silence.

The Yattering and Jack

No, no, I'm just fucking with you.

"Someone's got to be the red shirt."

They found no colonists, but they found parts of them. And a lot of blood.

FAMILY Faunus GENUS Satyrus SPECIES Satyrus hircinus

"...These beasts are not natural, as Dr. Black says. They ought not be displayed for the public but rather driven back into extinction."

The frost of autumn becomes the storm of winter. I cannot rest my mind in a place of tranquil thought. I am left to contemplate my childhood and drudge through its ugliness. [...] Perhaps my spirits would be lifted if the faces I see daily were not also gray and dead.

The Academy Of Medicine

At that moment, for once in my childhood, I was not scared of the dark, and I was perfectly willing to die (as willing as any seven-year-old, certain of his immortality, can be)...

"Let's see," said Ginnie Hempstock. "We could be away when they get here. They could arrive last Tuesday, when there's nobody home." "Out of the question," said the old woman. "Just complicates things, playing with time..."

I was used to the pink scar. The little hole beside it, in the arch of my foot, was new.

She took me in through the front door, and into their enormous kitchen, sat me down at a huge wooden table, so stained and patterned that it looked as if faces were staring up at me from the old wood.

I made a resolution right then, or something simpler, a prayer -- if this man lives, I will never complain about anything ever again.