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Estaba preparada para tratar con un compañero o incluso con una inspectora. Para quien no estaba preparada era para Dimitri. Reventó la puerta como si esperase encontrarnos, y en ese terrible momento, con él furioso como una tormenta, entendí por qué Mason lo había llamado 'dios'. • capítulo 9

Napoleonic naval wargames are less satisfying because so much of an encounter involves sailing in parallel lines while players roll dice at each other - and then the British win.

ForJennyMcPhee I remember the first time I met Frank O'Hara. He was walking down Second Avenue. It was a cool early Spring evening but he was wearing only a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And blue jeans. And moccasins. I remember that he seemed very sissy to me. Very theatrical. Decadent. I remember that I liked him instantly. -Joe Brainard, I Remember

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half-past deadI just need some place where I can lay my head."Hey, mister, can you tell where a man might find a bed?"He just grinned and shook my hand; "No" was all he said.

with such skill that he approached the Indian camp within fifty yards before he was noticed. The Indians fired immediately upon Mr. Cody and Sergeant Foley. Mr. Cody killed one Indian; two

Cossacks, and Arabs huddled in nearby fields while the cowboys rounded

Sometimes, perhaps, we are allowed to get lost that we may find the right person to ask directions of.

It is sad when two people turn from the paths they're traveling, and their paths go on to cross without them.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you,And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new!

Egwene didn't notice someone new entering the tent. Rand did, however, and he spun as the flaps parted and let in light. He frowned at the interloper. His frown died as soon as he saw the person who entered. Moiraine.

Rand threw open the door to the kitchens, and there they were. Moiraine rested her serene eyes on him, unsurprised.

Please ta meetcha, kid. I'm Aahz. Oz? No Relation. No relation to what? I asked, but he was examining the room again.

At times we seem to move in parallel rather than in combination, then at odd moments collide.

I had never met a lord before, nor had I ever expected to meet one. It didn't matter what he looked like: he was a lord first, and a human being, with a face and limbs and body, long, long after.

am also thinking about the woman with the ponytail who slammed the door in my face. This dog-eating story is a lightning rod. It has nothing to do with the Chao

One minute with him is all I ask; one minute alone with him, while you're runnin' for th' priest an' th' doctor. - Sean O'Casey, The Plow and the Stars

One day in the woods he met an Indian. They stood in the wet, cold woods and looked at each other, and they could not talk because they did not know each other's words.

I declare, Indians are getting so thick around here that I can't look up without seeing one." As she spoke she looked up, and there stood an Indian. He stood in the doorway, looking at them, and they had not heard a sound. "Goodness!" Ma gasped.

Goddess" he said. Her voice floated to us. Yes, Child." Will I see you again?" Just her voice now, young and old at the same time. "In the face of every woman you meet

Jean-Claude was standing by the door. He said, "I almost had you, my little animator." I glanced at his face and quickly down. "Almost doesn't count, you blood-sucking bastard." Jean-Claude threw back his head and laughed. His laughter followed me out into the night, like velvet rubbing along my spine.

I was wiping Tlaloci's brains off my face when Olaf came to stand in front of me. I never thought I'd say this, but damn I'm glad to see you. He actually smiled. I saved your life. That made me smile. I know.

shoved the door open with my left hand and hugged the doorsill. It worked like a charm. My gun was pointing at the bad guy's chest. Except his hands were already in the air, and he was smiling at me. "Don't shoot," he said. "It's Edward." I

THREE DAYS LATER I WAS STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF JEREMY'S OFFICE wearing nothing but a black lace push-up bra, matching panties, and black thigh-highs. A man I'd never met was fishing down the front of the bra. Normally, I have to be planning to sleep with a man before I let him fondle my breast, but it was nothing personal, just business.

The woman in purple subjected Jack to a critical inspection. "You must be Jack. Jane succeeded in part of her mission, at least." And then: "You don't look at all as I expected." "Fewer horns?" said Jack tersely.