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1 " The gods have no hands in this world but ours. If we fail Them, where then can They turn? "
― Lois McMaster Bujold , The Physicians of Vilnoc (Penric and Desdemona, #8)
2 " He fantasized about burning his fraying vestments when he finally reached home. "
3 " The demon settled like a dog cowering before a stern master, and no wonder; it had been a dog, or rather been in a dog, at one time, Pen was certain. The new-hatched elemental had found its early way through lesser animals before that, maybe, but mostly it was doggish. "
4 " I read that.” She sat back and favored him with a peculiar smile. “I want copies for my students. And myself.” “You should be able to extract them from Jurgo. It will be his ducal press producing them, if all goes well.” She nodded firmly. “Pray do not let anyone else run you through before it is finished, Learned Penric.” Accidentally implying they’d be welcome to turn him into a pincushion after? Pen, remembering the state in which he’d left his study, could almost endorse the sentiment. He returned a sheepish grin. “I’ll try not, Learned. "
5 " I think He accepts curses the way most gods accept prayers, really. "
