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Her Grace is trying to tell you that you are relieved as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. The tall, white-haired knight seemed to shrink as he stood there, scarcely breathing.
Life is not a thing, it is a way. It is a series of happenings, it is the evolution of patterns which carry information, it is growth and decay and regrowth.
. . At the other end of the Little Palace, the locator, David Chung hadn't descended nearly so deep into the earth,- for his way had been more difficult and dangerous yet, where the timbers of the upper staircases were eaten away and every other tread prone to instant collapse the moment he planted a foot on it.
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'But she didn't get to voice that opinion, for as she entered the duty room and saw the switchboard, two things happened simultaneously. One she reached out with her mind to one of the kids, a case she'd been working with and knew intimately and two, the old-fashioned landline telephone jangled and went on jangling.
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Spectroscopes had found no trace of chlorophyll or any other complex organic compound. The ground cover, dimly glimpsed through clouds, was metallic. This was no longer Earth.
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Cheeky sod! He'd booked himself into the hotel downstairs and was listening in from point-blank range! We told our friends in Special Branch about him they picked him up on a moving traffic offence and planted - er, found - some very illegal substances hidden in his car.
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This thought was amplified when we discovered that the l.a. food show crew what had worked here before us had apparently opted to live on-site, as there were a lot of nests and hole-ups around the warehouse furnished with cots and hammocks and pillows the and other stuff obliviously filched from the piles of supplies.
Since Frumple's already announced us, Aahz said smoothly, I guess there's no need to maintain this disguise. The confident show tone of his voice steadied my shattered nerve.
She could feel the fear in her tummy, twisting and pinching, worse every day. Nightmares of the day Princess Myrcella had sailed still troubled her sleep dark suffocating dreams that woke her in the black of night, struggling for breath.
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Her voice was cold and distant. 'We must be on our way.' Richard settled into his saddle and followed after. He hoped the little gar would have a chance at life, after the meal it had needed.
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Beata touched the pin that held closed her collar at her throat-the one with the spiral end, the one Pitch had returned to her. Her father had given it to her when she was 481 young, before he had died from a fever.
... Then I saw two of the men rolling up their sleeves, comparing those small ugly tattoos on their forearms, those lousy little emblems that obsessed them Nuy Dap Ranh, said Conklin flatly.
Are you really ready to go that far?' The Emperor drew in a deep breath. 'Yes, Ehlana, I think I am.' His voice was firm, but very quiet. 'issue the order, then.
Besides, what if this time, this time of all times, the tenor was true? What if the axe-man was at the door in flesh and blood? Grinning like a loon at him, dancing like the devil at the top of the stairs, as Quaid had seen him, in dreams, dancing and grinning, grinning and dancing.