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    A beautiful woman is the most dangerous weapon I’ve ever encountered. I am, by nature, leery of them.

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    An invisible blade of fire drew across the flesh of his shoulders and down his back. He had no idea what the mark was, but he felt the spread of magic forever etched into his skin.

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    A silent musical note strikes, and a thousand fireflies rise in unison. They move to the music no one else hears. I wonder if I’d sense the tune if I had a soul?

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    Even if you’re given all you desire, without freedom, you’re in a prison. He’d not elect to give up his freedom.

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    Everything about this place was evil. This type of temptation was the folly of men who thought they could buy sin without consequences. He hated it.

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    He could hear the ocean waves nearby soothing and peaceful. His mind never fully rested. Never. But, here he could ease his thoughts away from his past. Away from regrets.

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    He’d been called “monster” since the day of his creation. Words like “witchcraft” were screamed in his presence as villagers would rise up in an attempt to capture and burn him.

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    He’d wanted answers so passionately he couldn’t trust his mind not to supply hope at the cost of truth.

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    He had a way of making you think the bad things he did to you were your own fault.

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    Her hand rubbed up and down his arm and he found he enjoyed it. Not just the touch, but the feeling that filled his being at the thought of being so accepted. At the thought of someone complimenting him.

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    He was everything he’d been created to be. A monster. A bastard. A killer. Had it not been for the dog, he’d have no use for any gentle feelings whatsoever.

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    I found through my travels that unusual people were their own kind of magic. Not the same kind of magic my artifacts are made from, but magic that comes in the shape of survival, endurance and a will unshaken by cruelty, tyranny or hate.

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    I have no soul.” She couldn’t fool him into believing she could see something that he knew wasn’t there. If he had a soul he’d be able to die and try as he might, he could not.

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    I look at the headstone of the man I’d come to see. Drawn there by a strange sense of connection. Thomas and I had hoped for mercy that never came. In this, we were brothers.

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    I was told to ask for Adam Frankenstein. He would be large and scarred and terrifying.

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    Knowing a thing and acting on it were two different issues.[...] He couldn’t keep the curiosity at bay. His life was long and little was new and people were stories, unique and horrible and something beautiful with meaning.

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    Magic, then?” That was worrisome. Adam was cautious of magic. The tattoo on his back had warmed the moment he got to the house. It was a warning. Magic could be used as a weapon.

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    Never trust a man willing to eat your dog.

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    One man’s madness is another man’s justice.”[...]“And one man’s justice is another man’s madness.

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    [...]some men become monsters at the mercy of lust. Just as some men find their honor while mastering such base instincts.

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    Something about the scent of fresh soil calms me. Earth’s perfume. It reminds me that I am part of the whole of the world.

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    The girl’s smile was so beautiful and sweet he knew that if kindness had a face, this was it.

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    The seduction of acceptance could bend the will of even the strongest of people.

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    When fear and self-righteousness spark hatred into action, men forget themselves.

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    Why did some people experience horror and repeat it while others fought to protect others from it?

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    You cannot escape your fate.” Though I stare at the grave of Thomas Leblanc, the words are meant for me. Thomas and I were, in a moment, the same. We were victims and we were villains. We’d kept silent when we should have spoken out