words are weapons

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All the stories are true: I am Lucian Graymark. I am Luke Garroway. I am a Shadowhunter. I am a werewolf. I am the man who once loved Valentine like a brother. I am the man who has loved you since I was a boy. I am, will always be, that boy in the woods, caught between darkness and light, between the lure of the shadows and the beautiful girl calling me home. Come back to me Jocelyn, and I promise, this time I'll tell you the truth. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just... Come back.

Better in Black: Who the Wolf Loves by Cassandra Clare

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'Is faithful translation impossible, then?' Professor Playfair challenged. 'Can we never communicate with integrity across time, across space?' 'I suppose not,' Victorie said relunctantly. 'But what is the opposite of fidelity?' asked Professor Playfair. He was approaching the end of the dialectic; now he needed only to draw it to a close with a punch. 'Betrayal. Translation means doing violence upon the original, means warping and distorting it for foreign, unintended eyes. So then where does that leave us? How can we conclude, except by acknowledging that an act of translation is then necessarily always an act of betrayal?'

Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang

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The rattle of a breath being drawn and the crackle of lungs expanding silenced the god. My gaze flew to her chest just as the bodice of her gown rose. I froze in disbelief. "What...?" the god muttered. Andreia Joanis sat up, that gaping mouth opening even farther, the singed lips peeling back to reveal four long canines - two along the top of her mouth and two along the bottom. Fangs. "The fuck?" the god finished. "That's not... normal, right?" I whispered. "Which part? The fangs, or the fact that she's dead and still sitting up?"

A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"Yet again, you entered a home without taking a moment to see if you were truly alone," the god said, and my gaze flew to his. The eather swirled in his eyes. "That was incredibly reckless. Don't ever do that again." My lips parted on a harsh exhale. "I... I just stabbed you in the chest, and that is what you have to say?" "No. I was getting to that." Tilting his head to the side, dark hair slid across his cheek. "You stabbed me." "I did." I took another step back, throat now too dry to swallow. "In the chest," he tacked on.

A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"You have got to be kidding," I snarled. "Actually, no." Every part of my being ached with the desire to punch him. Hard.

A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"I...I tried to eat Kieran." "He won't hold it against you." "I tried to eat Kieran while I was naked." "That's probably why he won't hold it against you." "That's not funny." I stared at him. "It's not?"

The Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"I know. You're hungry. But you can't eat Kieran. That would make me a little sad." I didn't care if it made him sad.

The Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"You do look quite lovely, Penellaphe." "Thank you," I said. "What about me?" Casteel asked, and behind him, Niall sighed. "You look passable." "That was rude," he replied. "Would you like to go sit in the shade and nurse your wounded feelings? Like you did when you were young and inevitably injured yourself doing something incredibly stupid?"

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"By the way," Kieran approached me, "I hope you're not embarrassed about this morning." "I'm not embarrassed," I whispered. "You're not?" He sounded doubtful. "You won't look at me." "I was just looking at you a few moments ago." "Only because you wanted to do violent and terrible things to me." I smiled because that was true. "You look like you want to do that now." Brows raised, I looked at him. "Happy? I'm looking at you now." A half-grin appeared. "Yes, but your face is as red as a tomato." "Whatever," I muttered. "And you still look like you want to murder me." I sighed.

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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All I could do was stare at Casteel. He stood above me, his face splattered with dots of red. "You're bleeding." "You have three arrows sticking out of you." "You've been injured. Where?" He knelt beside me, ignoring my somewhat unnecessary observation. "I'm fine." I sat up, my eyes glued to the arrow jutting from his stomach as I sheathed my dagger. "Does it hurt?" "What?" "The arrows." I paused as he grasped my left arm, pushing the cloak aside. "The arrows that are sticking out of your body." "It's nothing more than an annoyance." He turned my arm, and I winced. "Sorry," he said gruffly as he exposed the tear in the sleeve of my tunic. "They're inside your body," I repeated. "How can that only be an annoyance? Is it because you're from an elemental bloodline?" "Yes." His features sharpened as he carefully peeled back the edge of my sweater. "The wounds will heal as soon as I pull the arrows out." "Then why haven't done that yet?" "Because they will not fester, unlike your wound if dirt gets into it."

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"Back to the original subject at hand, our engagement is far more believable when you're hitting me than when you're standing by quietly." My brows snapped together. "That sounds like a very dysfunctional... engagement." "You can't spell dysfunctional without fun, now can you?" "That... I don't even know what to say to that."

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire and Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"How are you feeling?" "Okay. You?" I asked for some reason, and then felt my cheeks flush. There was no way he could know what'd happened in the pantry, even with his extra-special wolven- Unless he knew because of the bond. I really need to figure out more about that bond. His lips curved into a grin. "Just dandy." He looked at his Prince. "And you?" "The answer is the same as when you last asked," Casteel said, and my brows pinched. I turned to him. "Were you injured?" "Would you fret with worry if I was?" The corners of my lips turned down. No? Yes? "Not particularly." "Ouch." He pressed a hand to his chest. "You wound me yet again." "He's not wounded," Kieran answered. "At least, not physically. Emotionally, I believe you left you shredded."

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire and Jennifer L. Armentrout

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Delano had stood guard outside nearly the entire day. I knew because the last time I had pounded on the door, he'd answered through the heavy wood. He'd replied in virtually the same way each time I demanded to be let out. "No one wishes to chase you through a snowstorm." "I'd rather not be gutted by the Prince, so no." "The Prince will return soon." My favorite was when I'd said that I just wanted some fresh air. "Nothing personal, but there is literally no way I would trust you enough to crack this door open to allow even an inch of fresh air to enter your chamber." How was that not personal?

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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I looked up, my gaze snagging with Hawke's. He gave me a tight smile that hinted at the dimple. "Never thought I'd find anything having to do with the Craven sexy." He swung, lopping off the head of the one nearest him. "But watching you fight them is incredibly arousing." "So inappropriate," I muttered, letting go of the Craven.

From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"Hi?" I squeaked. He stared at me a moment. "Get inside." I didn't move. With a sigh so heavy it should've rattled the walls, he extended his hand toward me. "Now." "You could say please," I muttered. His eyes narrowed. "There are a whole lot of things I could say to you that you should be grateful I'm keeping to myself."

From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Princess." "Don't call me that!" I stomped my foot. Hawke lifted an eyebrow. "Did that make you feel good?" "Yes! Because the only other option is to kick you." "So violent," he chuckled. Oh, my gods.

From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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Hawke sensed my move and shifted, blocking my knee with his thigh. "You're so incredibly violent." He paused. "I think I like it."

Hawke Flynn, From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout