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21 " Whatever storm raged inside him is quiet now. His easy confidence is back, the usual darkness, the quiet air of control. I did that. Am I the music that can calm the beast "
― Celia Aaron , The Prophet (The Cloister, #2)
22 " You are nothing more than a scrap of trash that desires nothing more than to spread your legs for whatever man or beast that might come along. You’d sell your disgusting body in a heartbeat. That’s what animals like you are made for. Breeding. You have no other purpose "