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By AnonymNicholas Eames
Be careful of making friends out of enemies, lest they remember why they didn't like you in the first place.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
(...) Clay knew better. He and Gabriel had been friends for thirty-five years, and Gabe had been talking him into doing recklessly stupid shit for damn near all of them. He was a charismatic craftsman: every heart a furnace, every soul a blade.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
Clay pushed his body off him and mumbled another apology - because, enemy or not, when you hit a man in the nuts with a magic hammer the least you could say was sorry.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
Despite this, his prejudice against helmets remained unchanged. You had your pride, Ganelon had told him once, or you had nothing.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand..." "Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
He considered going for his hammer, which lay just out of reach, or maybe diving for Ganelon instead, since waking the warrior was probably his best hope of survival.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
How do I look?" he asked. Barret grinned. "Old." Moog glanced over appraisingly. "Tired." Gabriel snorted a laugh. "Fuck you guys.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
The world is big, the young are restless, and girls just want to have fun.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
We slept beside them, fought beside them, bled beside them. We trusted them to watch our backs and save our asses – which they did, time and time again. And somewhere out there, between one gig and the next, something changed. We woke up one day and realized that home was no longer behind us. That our families were with us all along. We looked around at these miscreants, these motley crews, and knew in our hearts there was nowhere we’d rather be than by their side.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
What's that, honey? What was I doing while Uncle Gabe was dueling a god with all of civilization at stake? Why, I was wrestling in the muck with an exceptionally tenacious cow.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
Who says vanquish anymore?" Moog breathed. People who vanquished things, Clay supposed.
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By AnonymNicholas Eames
You should write a book," Matrick suggested. Kit snorted. "Who wants to read the self-pitying lamentations of an old revenant?" "There's your title right there," said Ganelon.
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