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" If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.”
There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.
“Oh, come now,” Mr. Grimston said. “Surely it won’t come to pistols at dawn.”
“I’m not talking about a duel,” Marcus said. “I mean I will kill you right here. "
― Julia Quinn , Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith Quartet, #1)
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" You must be a rich man," she said. " Not much of a warrior, though. You keep letting me sneak up on you." You don't surprise me," he said. " The Plains Indians had women who rode their horses eighteen hours a day. They could shoot seven arrows consecutively, have them all in the air at the same time. They were the best light cavalry in the world." Just my luck," she said. " An educated Indian." Yeah," he said. " Reservation University." They both laughed at the old joke. Every Indian is an alumnus.Where you from?" she asked.Wellpinit," he said. " I'm a Spokane." I should've known. You got those fisherman's hands." Ain't no salmon left in our river. Just a school bus and a few hundred basketballs." What the hell you talking about?" Our basketball team drives into the river and drowns every year," he said. " It's a tradition." She laughed. " You're just a storyteller, ain't you?" I'm just telling you things before they happen," he said. " The same things sons and daughters will tell your mothers and fathers." Do you ever answer a question straight?" Depends on the question," he said.Do you want to be my powwow paradise? "
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" Yes, alive,” said Fudge. “That is — I don’t know — is a man alive if he can’t be killed? I don’t really understand it, and Dumbledore won’t explain properly — but anyway, he’s certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he’s alive. "
― J.K. Rowling , Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Harry Potter, #6)
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" Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this weirdness in motion, made people appear out of nowhere carrying casseroles, saying 'I'm sorry' over and over, death muffled their voices. "
― , Saying It Out Loud