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Besides, rats survived so well because they were rats. They knew when to keep quiet and they knew when to squeal.

But I hated the Emperor of the Ke-Han with everything I had in me, for every man I'd lost and every friend who'd died, for every story I'd known was false but had allowed to harden my heart against the enemy anyway.

Contentment is quite a different thing from pleasure.

Don't worry,' my girl said, 'I'll teach you to outwit pity.

Fighting you's the only reward I want,' I said, 'for saving your life.

Funny what one's willing to do for family, isn't it?' Fan said, pulse pounding like a jackrabbit's. 'I take no pleasure in saying this, but we aren't as different as I thought.' 'Don't be so fucking sentimental,' I told him, and the blood was already flowing when Thom shouted.

He was goin' on four and he used to eat fireflies. I don't know. I think he thought they'd make him glow.

In the court of Madoka, people who preyed on and stole from the poor and helpless deserved to be buried from the neck down and left to die in the desert while the birds picked out their eyes.

So I put my shoulder against the door, which was too little for me anyway, said a hearty fuck your mother to the element of surprise, and flung myself out into the mirrored hallway where, as Temur had explained, at least six men would be waiting for me.

They've made him into a deity,' I told Alcibiades, my eyes wide with wonder. 'No,' Alcibiades replied. 'They've made him into a god.

This ain't beauty,' Rook said, and spat savagely- grossly- downwind. "Just some nasty shadows masquerading.

You can pretend it's a play,' I told him. 'Such small things do not anger the gods. Plays only anger the mortal men who watch them

You can tell Rook his statue's become something like the patron saint for Our Lady, and you can see whores there night and day, praying for safe childbirth and protection from diseases and the like. Though why they think he's the man to go to for that kind of help is beyond me. Just thought he might like to know there're whores on their knees in front of them- so I guess that goes back to what I was saying about things never changing.

You could approach someone worlds apart from you by offering them, like a handshake, a simple truth from their own lives.

You couldn't wake someone when his own dreams turned out better than reality.

You're nothing more than a common bully,' he whispered, voice trembling. I'd shaken him for good now, and it was deeper than just the physical side, my knuckles bruising his throat and his back arching for all his so-called defiance. 'I don't care what I am, so long as you're afraid of me.

You want this thing, this dragonsoul, for sentimental purposes. Because you can't let go of the glory days, or you long for a memento. Something to stick up on your mantelpiece so you can look at it and remember a time when you were actually of use to the world around you, when you were more than relevant- when you were necessary. But you've got no imagination, no idea of the power contained in something like that. You can only see what it was: a part of an antique, as useless and outdated as the broken statues you passed along your way. But we... we have true vision. We're the ones who will take the potential nearly destroyed by the likes of you, nearly lost to the desert or even shattered by your own hand, and put it to a better use.