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sordid ascensionalways staggering-- the logical lines of betrayal; smiles sharp and blooded like blades in backs, familiar shadows with handssordid ascension
tucked in darkness intentions glossed with the veneer of friendship. deep is the knife
that isn't dreaded, that lingers unseen in trusted hands, swift is the strike that burns the soul
black around the edges. the worst poison
is the one that leaves wariness to linger in your eyes, a coldness to your heart, an infection in your thoughts that traces the spidery paths of revenge and lost innoce
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In Ink, DivinedShe heard the fevered whispers as she took her seat. "How could you not have your paper, Seph?" "I don't know. I don't know!" Diesre slid her gaze over to watch the two in the doorway. A handsome, dark-haired boy. A feisty redhead smacking him in the shoulder. Familiar faces. "After I reminded you countless times? After I told you you'd fail if you didn't turn it in?" "Shut up, Aria! You're not helping!" "Well I don't know how much more help you expect from me! I can't write your damn final for you!" Professor Flint, a wiry man with bushy, gray-blond hair andIn Ink, Divined
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In the Face of DespairShe presses post-its to the tired walls, flowers blooming between the bricks. Catches her reflection in the scratched glass of the trophy case. The last one was an athlete, a runner. Was one of these trophies his? She wonders what he'd been running from. And why he'd walked so calmly onto the rail tracks. Questions, questions, and no one has any answers. All she has is hope. Another note joins its brethren, curling gently away from the glass like a hand outstretched. A cluster of students brush past and a note flutters to the floor. With precise patience she rescues it from the dirty tiles and smoothes it gently back in place. It has a place,In the Face of Despair
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"não aprendi a me render,que caia o inimigo então."
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"I like," he said in a nobleman's lazy drawl, "to have some choice of which world I inhabit, that's all."
~The Privilege of the Sword
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"não aprendi a me render,que caia o inimigo então."
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"não aprendi a me render,que caia o inimigo então."
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"I like," he said in a nobleman's lazy drawl, "to have some choice of which world I inhabit, that's all."
~The Privilege of the Sword
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"I like," he said in a nobleman's lazy drawl, "to have some choice of which world I inhabit, that's all."
~The Privilege of the Sword
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You Can Please Some Of The People Some Of The Time But Not All Of The People All Of The Time.
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"I like," he said in a nobleman's lazy drawl, "to have some choice of which world I inhabit, that's all."
~The Privilege of the Sword
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