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She was the rare feminist, possibly the only feminist, with an unabashed commitment to male supremacy.

Like most real writers, she was a stronger person in her books than in her life. But she had a constant urge to re-create the women of her childhood, the faith she had in their comforting omniscience.

the creativity – and competitiveness – within Agatha would not be stilled. Her life was enchantingly ordinary. Her imagination was fierce and unstoppable.

Christ,Syn, said another male.You are out of your fucking mind. That's right,Frosty; Synjon said against Petra's ear.Mad as a hatter.

That's 'cause you're feelin' all sentimental, Cole said in an overly sweet voice.

Franklin can see you. How long has she been missing?" "Four days." It felt like forever.

You look wonderful, Jason said. No compliments, Jason. I'm uncomfortable enough in the lingerie. Then by all means take it off.

Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. Enough of this, animator. He can't do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our...feast. Are you having rare Who-roast-beast? I asked. What are you talking about? It's from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, 'And they'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.' You are crazy. So I've been told.

You are an irritating son of a bitch." "Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

And your excuse?' I asked. 'I'm a sociopath; I don't have to be nice,' Nicky said. I gave him a look. 'You're mad at him.I can feel it; which means I really don't have to be nice to him.' 'I thought you were friends.' 'What part of sociopath didn't you understand?' he asked.

Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead? Magnus asked. Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night? I asked. Magnus smiled. Wrong kind of fairie.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.

What's your name? Donald. Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite . - Jean-Claude

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

The police await us, our men stand in the cold, and you don't like your coat! Such delicate sensibilities for someone who just fucked a stranger on the floor in front of us all!

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.

Is your hair as soft as all those curls look? No.