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"I tell you, I am not in the Great Game any longer. That's all twenty years in the past, near enough."
"Aye." She did not sound as if she believed it. "But be that as it may, and young outland lords aside, you've begun performing at the lords' manors."
"They pay well."
"And they'll pull you into their plots as soon as they see how. They see a man, and think how to use him, as naturally as breathing. This young lord of yours won't help you; they will eat him alive."
He gave up on trying to convince her he was out of it. "Is that what you came up to say, Zera?"
"Aye. Forget playing the Great Game, Thom. Marry Dena. She'll take you, the more fool her, bony and white-haired as you are. Marry her, and forget this young lord and Daes Dae'mar."
"I thank you for the advice," he said dryly. Marry her? Burden her with an old husband. She'll never be a bard with my past hanging around her neck. "If you don't mind, Zera, I want to be alone for a while. I perform for Lady Arilyn and her guests tonight, and I need to prepare."
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"He is out of it," he said aloud, "and so am I."
Chapter 27 The Shadow in the Night
I do not understand it," Loial said. "I was winning, most of the time. And then Dena came in and joined the game, and she won it all right back. Every toss. She called it a little lesson. What did she mean by that?"
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2013年1月13日星期日
钃濊壊绱綏鍏_Violets Are Blue_041
s. I had been hearing it for years, ever since I was around his age.
‘Beat me, whip me, beat me,’ I told him.
‘Naw. It’s all right. Daddy,’ Damon said, and sighed again. ‘I know you have to work, and that it’s probably important stuff. It’s just hard for us sometimes. You know how it is.’
‘I love you, and I should be there, and I won’t miss the next concert,’ I said to him.
‘I’ll hold you to that,’ Damon said.
‘I’ll hold myself to it,’ I told him.
Chapter 24
Iwas still at the precinct house in Brentwood at around seven-thirty that night. I was tired and finally looked up from a thick sheaf of police reports on the sadistic murders that had taken place in nine West Coast cities, plus the one in DC, that we knew about. The case was scaring the hell out of me, and certainly not because I believed in vampires.
I did believe in the weird and horrible things people could sometimes do to one another: savage bites, sadistic hangings, draining blood out of bodies, tiger attacks. For once, I couldn’t begin to imagine what the killers might be like. I couldn’t profile them. Neither could the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit. Kyle Craig had admitted as much to me. That was one reason why he was out here himself,foamposites for cheap. Kyle was stumped, too. There was no precedent for this string of murders.
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‘Naw. It’s all right. Daddy,’ Damon said, and sighed again. ‘I know you have to work, and that it’s probably important stuff. It’s just hard for us sometimes. You know how it is.’
‘I love you, and I should be there, and I won’t miss the next concert,’ I said to him.
‘I’ll hold you to that,’ Damon said.
‘I’ll hold myself to it,’ I told him.
Chapter 24
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I did believe in the weird and horrible things people could sometimes do to one another: savage bites, sadistic hangings, draining blood out of bodies, tiger attacks. For once, I couldn’t begin to imagine what the killers might be like. I couldn’t profile them. Neither could the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit. Kyle Craig had admitted as much to me. That was one reason why he was out here himself,foamposites for cheap. Kyle was stumped, too. There was no precedent for this string of murders.
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2013年1月9日星期三
The Golden Compass榛勯噾缃楃洏_026
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Later, when the guests were preparing to leave, the Master said, "Stay behind,Link, Lyra. I'd like to talk to you for a minute or two. Go to my study, child; sit down there and wait for me."
Puzzled, tired, exhilarated, Lyra did as he told her. Cousins the manservant showed her in, and pointedly left the door open so that he could see what she was up to from the hall, where he was helping people on with their coats. Lyra watched for Mrs. Coulter, but she didn't see her, and then the Master came into the study and shut the door.
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2012年12月30日星期日
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2012年12月18日星期二
闆穿 Snow Crash_086
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2012年12月8日星期六
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I'd danced with plenty of good partners. But what I became suddenly aware of with Laura was that I'dnever before felt so little weight! I'd nearly just _think_ a maneuver, and she'd respond.
Anyway, as she danced up, down, under my arm, flinging out, while I felt her out and examined herstyle, I glimpsed her footwork. I can close my eyes right now and see it, like some blurring ballet-beautiful! And her lightness, like a shadow! My perfect partner, if somebody had asked me, wouldhave been one who handled as lightly as Laura and who would have had the strength to last through a long, tough showtime. But I knew that Laura wouldn't begin to be that strong,moncler jackets women.
In Harlem, years later, a friend of mine called "Sammy The Pimp" taught me something I wish I hadknown then to look for in Laura's face. It was what Sammy declared was his infallible clue fordetermining the "unconscious, true personality" of women. Considering all the women he had pickedout of crowds and turned into prostitutes, Sammy qualified as an expert. Anyway, he swore that if awoman, any woman, gets really carried away while dancing, what she truly is-at least potentially-willsurface and show on her face.
I'm not suggesting that a lady-of-easy-virtue look danced to the surface in Laura-although life did dealher cruel blows, starting with her meeting me. All I am saying is that it may be that if I had beenequipped with Sammy's ability, I might have spotted in Laura then some of the subsurface potential,destined to become real, that would have shocked her grandma.
A third of the way or so through the evening the main vocalizing and instrumental stylings wouldcome-and then showtime, when only the greatest lindy-hoppers would stay on the floor, to try andeliminate each other. All the other dancers would form a big "U" with the band at the open end.
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