If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
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Now, it’s undeniably true that male writers (including yours truly) are generally and commercially allowed to write about “girl stuff” without being p...
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That's a sweet piece," said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. "You didn't snatch that off a street.""No," said Locke, before taking another d...
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Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife
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Can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming 'Your cats! Give us all your god-damned ca...
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Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I ...
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Locke sighed.'So this is winning,' he said.'It is,' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself,' said Locke.
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What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.”“W...
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In a fair fight, the don's man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calo's blood, so it stood to reason that this fight would have to...
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A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.
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What do you do,' said Jean, 'with, ah, "ungifted" children when you have them?''Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most of them end up working...
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You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because life's a bottomless feast of shit.
