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People, just people, he tried to tell himself. It looked like a sketch done by a child, and yet at the same time, profoundly powerful, as if a great hand had reached down from the sky - or up from the earth - to scour its mark into the land, long brush strokes that glowed with light when the moon spilled over it.
— Jul 31, 2012 08:09AM
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A sound came from her, something between a scream and a clogged drain.
— Aug 02, 2012 11:42AM
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Every story, all those tales she loved as a child, all her escapes … were they all twisted and changed to something dreadful here? And yet, wasn't that where they came from, all the oldest tales, from blood and pain and misery?
— Aug 01, 2012 06:56AM
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Dreams, some might call them. Lies with a kinder name.
— Jul 31, 2012 08:37AM
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She was such a fool. Such an idiot. How could she have even dreamed that someone … something like Jack … How could she have allowed herself to feel anything at all? No heart, Puck had said, and like a fool she had tried to give him one. Because she knew that feeling - like being broken inside - and she'd want to … to fix him, even if she couldn't fix herself. She'd wanted to feel something.
— Jul 30, 2012 07:03PM
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"It started like a warm summer breeze moving through the trees in late afternoon, a whispering voice in the forest itself. Jack lifted his face to greet it, closed his eyes and inhaled. Sweet summer flowers, all thing in the fullness of life … and beneath it, decay, the moment where everything began to eat itself away."
— Jul 26, 2012 11:46AM
