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[I’ve grown, but whatever monster might be in me, it was always mine, my choice, my responsibility, my evil if you will.] It’s what I am, and if you want excuses, come and take them.

Mark Lawrence, from The Prince of Thorns (via the-final-sentence)

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Dear hands—I know you love poetry, but you can’t bring a metaphor to a fist fight.

Rudy Fransisco, excerpt from “The Body” (via writingwillows)

"My stepmother," Catlyn said, automatically correcting him. The words about him "owning" her unsettled her more than she wanted to let on. "I actually didn’t see it." Or sign it for that matter, but she was sure he knew that already. “It’s more the broad details,” she admitted. “I…I was wondering how much I still owe you, both in terms of my time and money. I’ve been saving up, and I just, you know, wanted some sense…”

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"Catlyn, Cat, Kitty-- Can I call you Kitty? Great.-- You see, it isn't a matter of time or dollars, because God knows I've got plenty of both. It's a matter of... How should I put this so that you can understand it? A matter of necessity. You see, as long as I need you, you're not going anywhere. Now, with Meg all the way in Timbuktu, as you can imagine, our numbers are down. So things don't look so great for you or any of the other babes." He laughed, loudly, suddenly. "Saving up? Saving what up? You think I want your money? It's not the money, honey. It's that sweet, young body that brings rich folk in here drooling on the carpets night after night. That's what I want. That's my game. So what's yours? Why you want out of here so bad? Have I not taken good care of you?"

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I’m more teeth than tongue – I will poison your veins and scrape you goddamn raw.

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"Yes. That contract," she answered nodding a little bit. She glanced around the office again, wishing there was someone where she could sit down. Sitting down would make her feel a bit more at ease. "Extenuating circumstances," she agreed. "That was the word. Well, it’s just a few small questions about some of the details, because, you know, like you said, I didn’t actually read it or sign it."

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"Well, they're all the same, more or less. You needed somebody to bail you out, I did, and now I own you. Bing-bang-boom. Of course, in your case, it was your dear sweet mama who needed my help, but that's just boring ol' semantics, am I right?" He shrugged. "What kind of small questions are we talking about here? Like any contract, yours came with fine print. I'm sure your mother gave them a cursory glance before she signed you over to me, don't you think? Or don't you trust her? I wouldn't blame you, not after how she spoke of you."

"Oh. Right. Alright." She waited for a few seconds and then walked into the office. She never felt fully comfortable in Kress’s office, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot as she thought about how to phrase her request. Especially given his comment about favors. "It’s not a real favor, sir. Not like the day-off request, which was really nice of you…" She trailed off for a second and continued. "I wanted to talk about my contract."

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"Contract? What contract?" Harry barked, a short, loud and sudden laugh. "Oh, you mean that contract? The soul contract? What about it? I thought that I was pretty clear from the get-go." He folded his hands behind his head. "But, come to think of it, you didn't actually sign your own, so we could call yours... Fuck." He snapped his fingers. "What's the word? Extra, extract, extend... Oh, right! That's the word. Extenuating. Extenuating circumstances. So are we just havin' a friendly chat about it, or is there a question somewhere inside that head?"

Catlyn paused outside of Kress’s door, wishing it would swing open, so she wouldn’t have to take the action. But it just stayed shut, so she reached out and knocked. “Mr Kress?” she called out. “I’d like to talk to you if it’s not too much trouble.”