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  1. Rec 72

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    On the eleventh birthday you will receive wands and wonderment and made-up words; a tabby cat and a test and three presents for people who do not exist; knowledge and names and another one, who is like you.

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    26 Oct 2019

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    [everything about this is ♥___♥ and ;_____; all at once. the weasleys! i cry]

    Though the Weasels had a general policy of resistance when it came to things like this, today was different. Today things would be bad enough, Bill had said, without the rest of us making it worse on Ron, understand? So we all do as we’re told and the resistance is up to him today. And the Weasels tended to vaguely and eventually fall in line when the eldest of them was very firm on something in this manner, because usually he was quite easygoing with them and would not press them and would in fact encourage them if they wanted to stand up for themselves because everything that was terrible had happened already and the worst they could do was kill you, which they probably would not do because they would rather see you live and suffer, understand?

  2. Rec 19

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    There was an art to acquiescence, and she wielded it like a weapon. In times like these, you had to walk alone, or walk with none.

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    13 Jul 2019

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    [Consort Jing, at her very finest in walking the knife's edge. OH MY HEART.]

    “I am your consort,” she said. “Of course I will accept whatever punishment Your Majesty deems appropriate.”

    “Hmph,” said the Emperor.

    A funny thing, power: the display of it drew attention to one’s vulnerability. A lowly concubine, collapsed in prostration — yet there was an art to acquiescence.

    Of the two of them, there was only one face hidden.

  3. Rec 51

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    “It’s called cavorting with the enemy,” Scipio told his fellow envoys. “We get close to Hannibal, Antiochus becomes suspicious of him, they fall out, we defeat the lot of them and go home rich.”

    Laelius made a noncommittal noise. “You sure that’s the only reason you want to get close to Hannibal?”

    “I,” said Scipio, “have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    Scipio goes to Ephesus on a diplomatic mission, and gets more than he bargained for.
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    24 Apr 2019

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    [HANNIBAL/SCIPIO = 2nd Punic War OTP 4EVER ♥]

    “Old friend,” said Hannibal, “I do believe you are out of moves.”

    Scipio burst out laughing, too. He couldn’t help it. Every time he thought he had the measure of Hannibal, he was astonished all over again. Laelius had been right, as usual. Scipio knew—and he was sure all present could see it too—that even if he’d had no diplomatic errand to run; even if there was no threat of war, no Antiochus, no Greece; even if they lived like gods in the sorrowless spring of Hesiod’s Golden Age, he would still have chosen to be here in Ephesus, playing petteia with this one singular man.

  4. Rec 8

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    To concede that the novels of Ariadne Oliver are a strong and not too sickening form of dope is not to confuse dope with meat and drink. Don't be fooled! A series of reviews by the last honest critic in the English-speaking world.

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    28 Oct 2018

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    [the hatereading! the spiteful spoilers! the critic's descent into madness!]

    Not for the first time, nor yet for the last, Sven Hjerson came to me in a dream. His enormous white-and-cornsilk side whiskers were like halves of a sun. He said, “Now you are the refugee, Herr Wilson, like Sigurd of the great Finnish epic.” I opened my mouth to correct him but I could not remember what it was that was wrong, and then I looked and saw that the rocks beneath us were bones, and we were alone together on an island of the dead.

  5. Rec 13

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    One morning, when winter has barely ended, Chang Ge tells Mimi, "we are going hunting."

    Women don't hunt, Mimi knows.

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    08 Jan 2018

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    [j'adore ça!!! yrs truly rendered utterly verklempt ;____;]

    “You haven’t hunted wolves before,” she whispers to Chang Ge. “This is the first time, isn’t it?”

    Chang Ge never admits to knowing less than everything. But her breathing speaks, her sweat speaks. The bow is ready to speak in her hands.

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