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sputtered and then
G'deveingReadingfestival!
was my pore boy.
Mellingey Stream
Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:
situation had been
Idling has always been my strong point.
Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.
Couldn't be scathed. He was the crack in the system
Are you asking me or telling me?
wouldn't lose. I couldn't lose. I had been drilled to
Holmberg's Mistake.
John-who-wasn't-gonna-get-none-- J.r. Ward
His Tender Roni.
Helda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself."
"My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said.
Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
It's alcohol - ism, not alcohol - wasim.
This was screwing. One hundred percent pissed-off, nail-raking, neck-biting, wall-fucking screwing.
His stuff. His voice was
Something was about to happen.
How long were the stretches of toilsome tacking back and forth, of being blocked, of being thrown back again and again. But all that was annulled by the periods when I had my technique in hand and succeeded in doing what I wanted.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
Mastering my mind one thought at a time.
Looked up from where he
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
Fell." Maddox was cold and wet, and had been only vaguely aware of Ben dragging him through the jungle. Bumpy. Ben pleading. Ben's lips ghosting over his skin. "From
Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland?
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.
howling alternately
Never being, but always at the edge of Being.
Holding onto Midge's shirt so he isn't carried off in the wind, we
I could imagine it in a way that felt like remembering
The first chap we said was loafing, until he died. That's nearly always the verdict on a sailing ship, anyway. A man is invariably 'mouching' until he dies, and then we say, "Oh, he must have been bad after all."
Charles Lightoller
He was something solid to lean against.
I was patience defined, patience misspelled, patience sounded out slowly, letter by letter, with the t pronounced shh.
Squad. Guess whose weekend this was?
To Dan, the boy looked like
Ulick Norman Owen.
Rememberatorium),
Hazel, watching, lent help here and there and encouraged the others.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.
Amber was past tense. We were covering her inanimate face in the white sheet of was.
Was - there was already a lot of activity
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Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.
Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.
And the night continued, cold and dark, the wind frozen beyond the mountains.
Werowocomoco was
When Jan was called up to service a fourth time...my mother waited outside...the two of them were convinced that this time Jan would have to go, that they would surely send him off to cure his ailing chest in the air of France, famed for its iron and lead content.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Sleeping is very underrated.
I knew there was no bottom to the Darkling's pain. He would just keep falling and falling.
In forgetting, they were trying to remember
Whatever came from being
is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back
...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).
The Flasher of '04.
Pride welled up inside me to think this brilliant ... being was mine.
Kurtapyjama. His face was deeply lined, and his white
doing with the puzzled
Now I want to say: 'After being - doing and being done to. But first, being.
moment, thought, what the hell?
Avery was being punished. . . .
I'll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absofuckingmazing.
It came as no surprise to learn of the success the Swede has recently enjoyed with his furniture. In that rotten state of his the Swede is permanently on the lookout for firewood, so it is no wonder that from time to time this might result in the odd table or chair.
Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
He was a hard man, but what else would he be? He had stood in the shield wall, he had watched the Danes come to the attack, and he had lived. He was no youngster.
Belding hesitated and looked
Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.
And as luck would have it, a position opened up here." "It wasn't luck," Mbeke said. "It was a Longranian Ice Shark," Cassaway said.
long view of the drive and gave that week's
A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg who looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity.
That Reyes Farrow boy.
It was like being trapped forever in the present tense of the first line of a first reader.
All of the things that wore you down, even as that was balanced by the electric feeling of being on the side of a border where you knew things no one else knew.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
We were fishers of memory waiting on the banks of time and waiting for the past to swallow the date.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.
His mind docketing the important things for future transcription.
Julian of Norwich,
Living the Dream
what we were both looking at.
Language is my bugbear. Everyone says things now like 'I was sat' instead of 'I was sitting', which just sounds so ugly.
A Schwalling is when he does something unintentionally idiotic that makes him look stupid,
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
I started m-p-h-ing it homewards in a thrice
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
Clevinger was one of those people with lots of intelligence and no brains, and everyone knew it except those who soon found it out
It was the feeling you get when you fall face first into bed after a long day. That's what being near Beck felt like.
Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself, - -
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
How I wish I were by the sea again.
This slack season the men must be painting
the hulls of the boats or sleeping the noon away.
I would not sleep if I were they.
Going to work so as to forget that there was nothing worth working for
The meat was bruised, bleeding, and imprisoned in a tight wrapping. And, though I had a six-month respite from thinking about it, so was I.
Niederhochwald. She seemed determined to work her way through the
going to the mattresses
I was an old tackle riding around talking to people about sports. Like I've said to a lot of people over the years, 'I only go where old tackles go, and if an old tackle does not belong there, I'm not going.'
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
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