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Crooked Kingdom
“What did she say?” asked Matthias.
Nina coughed and took his arm, leading him away. “She said you’re a very nice fellow, and a credit to the Fjerdan race. Ooh, look, blini! I haven’t had proper blini in forever.”
“That word she used:
babink
,” he said. “You’ve called me that before. What does it mean?”
Nina directed her attention to a stack of paper-thin buttered pancakes. “It means sweetie pie.”
“Nina—”
“Barbarian.”
“I was just asking, there’s no need to name-call.”
“No,
babink
means barbarian.” Matthias’ gaze snapped back to the old woman, his glower returning to full force. Nina grabbed his arm. It was like trying to hold on to a boulder. “She wasn’t insulting you! I swear!”
“Barbarian isn’t an insult?” he asked, voice rising.
“No. Well, yes. But not in this context. She wanted to know if you’d like to play Princess and Barbarian.”
“It’s a game?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
Nina couldn’t believe she was actually going to attempt to explain this. As they continued up the street, she said, “In Ravka, there’s a popular series of stories about, um, a brave Fjerdan warrior—”
“Really?” Matthias asked. “He’s the hero?”
“In a manner of speaking. He kidnaps a Ravkan princess—”
“That would never happen.”
“In the story it does, and”—she cleared her throat—“they spend a long time getting to know each other. In his cave.”
“He lives in a cave?”
“It’s a very nice cave. Furs. Jeweled cups. Mead.”
“Ah,” he said approvingly. “A treasure hoard like Ansgar the Mighty. They become allies, then?”
Nina picked up a pair of embroidered gloves from another stand. “Do you like these? Maybe we could get Kaz to wear something with flowers. Liven up his look.”
“How does the story end? Do they fight battles?”
Nina tossed the gloves back on the pile in defeat. “They get to know each other
intimately
.”
Matthias’ jaw dropped. “In the cave?”
“You see, he’s very brooding, very manly,” Nina hurried on. “But he falls in love with the Ravkan princess and that allows her to civilize him—”
“To civilize him?”
“Yes, but that’s not until the third book.”
“There are three?”
“Matthias, do you need to sit down?”
“This culture is disgusting. The idea that a Ravkan could civilize a Fjerdan—”
“Calm down, Matthias.”
“Perhaps I’ll write a story about insatiable Ravkans who like to get drunk and take their clothes off and make unseemly advances toward hapless Fjerdans.”
“Now
that
sounds like a party.” Matthias shook his head, but she could see a smile tugging at his lips. She decided to push the advantage. “
We
could play,” she murmured, quietly enough so that no one around them could hear.
“We most certainly could not.”
“At one point he bathes her.”
Matthias’ steps faltered. “Why would he—”
“She’s tied up, so he has to.”
“Be silent.”
“Already giving orders. That’s very barbarian of you. Or we could mix it up. I’ll be the barbarian and you can be the princess. But you’ll have to do a lot more sighing and trembling and biting your lip.”
“How about I bite
your
lip?”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it, Helvar.”
Matthias Helvar
Nina Zenik
Crooked Kingdom
“She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.”
Leigh Bardugo
Crooked Kingdom
Inej
Kaz
Kaz Brekker
Inej Ghafa
Six Of Crows
Brekker
Ghafa
BLACK FIRE: A nail-biting action thriller of suspense
“She smiled again and the sun came back out. Raced backward up from the sea and lit her face. He told himself to ignore it. It wasn’t that special. Not really. He couldn’t be sure, but if his display of ignorance could make her do it again, it might be worth checking out.”
Action
Murder
Drama
Mission
Suspense
Explosive
Violent
Sex Trafficking
Black Ops
Exploits
The Tea Dragon Tapestry
“Well I am, now. But I wasn't always so ready to call it my home--when one feels displaced, it can take a while for the connections to grow. Once I was ready, it felt like I was part of a new song that I had somehow always known.”
Growth
The Four Winds
“Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they?
I am forty years old, and I just learned this fundamental truth myself.
Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation.
I am in love. There it is. I've written it down. Soon I will say it out loud. To him.
I am in love. As crazy and ridiculous and implausible as it sounds, I am in love. And I am loved in return.
And this-love-gives me the courage I need for today.
The four winds have blown us here, people from all across the country, to the very edge of this great land, and now, at last, we make our stand, fight for what we know to be right. We fight for our American dream, that it will be possible again.
Jack says that I am a warrior and, while I don't believe it, I know this: A warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself.
It sounds like motherhood to me.”
Love
Motherhood
Warrior
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
“You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago- the precise date is uncertain- by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution."
He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.
"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more
selective
about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."
Professor Binns paused again, pursing his lips, looking like a wrinkled old tortoise.
"Reliable historical sources tell us this much," he said. "But these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing.
Slytherin, according to legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic.”
Hogwarts
Heir
Slytherin
Chamber Of Secrets
Salazar
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes-
her eyes are just like mine
, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry's did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.”
Family
Parents
Bittersweet
Harry Potter
James Potter
Mirror
Hearts Desire
Lily Potter
Potters
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons- All Sizes- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver- Self-Stirring- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad...."
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand- fastest ever-" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....”
Owls
Cauldron
Shops
Diagon Alley
Magic Shops
“I'm tired of trying to do something worthwhile for the human race, they simply don't want to change!”
Quip
Psychology
Science
Technology
Inventor
Cynically Honest
“Sabit bir hedefe bile ulaşamayanlar, hareketli bir hedefe asla ulaşamazlar! Ve gerçek şeref, hareketli ve hatta senden sürekli uzaklaşan bir hedefe varmakta yatar!”
Mehmet Murat Ildan Özlü Sözleri
Amaç
Gaye
Hedef
“I don’t think you’re supposed to raise it while you’re driving,” I say.
“But they always do it in music videos”—he yanks at the other side—“and Bond films.”
Rainbow Rowell
Simon Snow
Snowbaz
Wayward Son
Baz Pitch
Sugar
“The Oak Forest mushrooms for the langoustine didn't arrive in time, so we've substituted with enoki mushrooms from Champagne Farms. Also, we are adding an entrée to the menu tonight. It's lemon pine-nut-encrusted sea scallops with a celery mousse and my signature vinaigrette. It took three months to get it right, and the end result is phenomenal. So sell it." Alain paused while the servers took notes. "In wines, we're out of the Napa Valley El Molino, the Talenti, and the Chateau Margeaux '86."
Alain paused and, while the servers wrote furiously in their pads, my thoughts wandered. I tried picturing the customers who might have opinions about Oak Forest mushrooms compared to those from Champagne Farms. Did they wear tweed and bifocals? Or were they übermodern with sculpured haircuts and electronic cigarettes? I shook my head, annoyed with myself and my train of thought.
Let the mushroom people be mushroom people
, I chastised myself.
You signed up for this gig, Charlie, remember? You're living your dream, remember?
Alain changed gears for a second and threw out a quiz question, one of his more sadistic rituals during family meal. "What are the six ingredients in the jalapeño emulsion we serve with the salmon?"
Silence. A blonde in the back ventured, "Jalapeño, olive oil, shallots...?"
More silence.
"Fleur de sel, ground pepper, lemon juice," Alain finished for her, giving her an icy glance over his bearish nose. "Wake up, people. All right, here's an easy one. What's the difference between
jamón ibérico
and prosciutto?"
Four hands went up, and Wade got it right.
"
Jamón ibérico
is dry-cured from black Iberian pigs in Spain, not to be confused with
jamón serrano
, which comes from a less expensive white pig. Prosciutto is also dry-cured, but it is from Italy. It is the common man's gourmet ham, which is why we don't serve it." Wade finished with a cock of the head and a high-five with another server.
Alain snorted. "Thank you for the editorial comment. Please keep it to yourself, however, when recommending the melon and
jamón ibérico
appetizer."
He spent the next five minutes grilling the staff on the origin of our rice vinegar, what dessert wine paired best with Felix's raspberry brûlée, and the correct serving temperature of the parsnip purée.”
Questions
Foodie
Ingredients
Mushrooms
Wines
Ham
Restaurant Life
Out of the Woods: Seeing Nature in the Everyday
“Aircraft, snowmobiles, and ATVs disturb a range of animals from harlequin ducks to mountain goats. Stress enzyme levels in both elk and wolves rose in direct proportion to the amount of snowmobile noise; enzyme levels returned to normal when snowmobiles were absent.”
Noise
Airplanes
Atvs
Snowmobiles
The German Shepherd Dog In Word And Picture
“That is why I have to-day adopted the view that a dog working in transport service is preferable to the lazy kennel dog, because the latter degenerates, while the former makes himself useful and does not lose his soul.”
Wisdom
Behaviour
Dog
Training
K9
Women, Voice, and Writing: How to define, develop, and strengthen your writing voice
“On silence: Silence is an important language. Not speaking can be an intensely relational act.
… Repression is a kind of silence, and also shapes voice. [p. 23]
The silencer has power. The dominant culture defines what is spoken about, what is repressed. The effect on the non-dominant culture (in this case women or girls) is to learn the language of camouflage. She learns to disassociate from her own knowing and her own voice.[p. 50] from WOMEN VOICE AND WRITING”
Silence
Power Of Words
Voice
Writing Voice
Silent Music
“My love isn’t destroying me. It’s giving me strength. When two people love each other, that love can cripple you, the other person can cripple you because that love is divided between two persons. My love isn’t unrequited either. Unrequited love is where no one holds power to destroy you but yourself. Mine is incomplete, and there’s a difference. An incomplete love holds on to hope until the very end.”
Love Quotes
Sad Quotes
Hope Quotes
Unrequited Love Quotes
Incomplete Love Story
“Her yükselişin, her düzelişin, her başarının, her ilerlemenin sırrı, kendine uzaktan bakabilmek, kendini uzaktan gözlemleyebilmektir!”
Mehmet Murat Ildan Özlü Sözleri
Başarı
Yükseliş
Düzeliş
Düzelme
Gözlemlemek
How Not to Get Shot: And Other Advice From White People
“That's the essence of being profiled: judging someone on first impressions. So again, you are being asked to do better than the cop who pulled you over for the "broken taillight". Don't you go around profiling all cops!”
Racial Profiling
Black Lives Matter
Police Brutality
Police State
Systemic Racism
Profiling
Black Lives
The Abolition of Work
“Forty percent of the workforce are white-collar workers, most of whom have some of the most tedious and idiotic jobs ever concocted. Entire industries, insurance and banking and real estate for instance, consist of nothing but useless paper-shuffling. It is no accident that the "tertiary sector," the service sector, is growing while the "secondary sector" (industry) stagnates and the "primary sector" (agriculture) nearly disappears. Because work is unnecessary except to those whose power it secures, workers are shifted from relatively useful to relatively useless occupations as a measure to assure public order. Anything is better than nothing. That's why you can't go home just because you finish early. They want your *time*”
Freedom
Work
Labor
Anarchism
Work Ethic
Capitalism
Bread And Circuses
The Abolition of Work
“Work is hazardous to your health, to borrow a book title. In fact, work is mass murder or genocide. Directly or indirectly, work will kill most of the people who read these words... Even if you aren't killed or crippled while actually working, you very well might be while going to work, coming from work, looking for work, or trying to forget about work. The vast majority of victims of the automobile are either doing one of these work-obligatory activities or else fall afoul of those who do them. To this augmented body-count must be added the victims of auto-industrial pollution and work-induced alcoholism and drug addiction. Both cancer and heart disease are modern afflictions normally traceable, directly, or indirectly, to work. Work, then, institutionalizes homicide as a way of life... We kill people in the six-figure range (at least) in order to sell Big Macs and Cadillacs to the survivors. Our forty or fifty thousand annual highway fatalities are victims, not martyrs. They died for nothing -- or rather, they died for work.”
Life
Work
Work Ethic
Capitalism
Sociology Of Consumption
“Kutub-u Şikeste
Yağmur başladı sen dedim camlara koştum
Doğursan zulmümden çıldıracaktı deniz
Biz aynı hırkayı giyecektik Muhyiddin ağlayacaktı
Muhyiddin ağlayacaktı biz aynı hırkayı sırayla giyecektik biz
Meğer gül hemen çözülmezmiş hemen gül meğer
Yürürmüşüm ve parçalanmayabilirmiş avrat
Bana düğün salonlarından beri Rab patlat
Şu aynayı koynuma almazsam eğer
Anlamadığım çocukları balkonuma gömerim
Şeyh gardolaplarıysa ancak yağmur bildirir
Bir şemsiye sarıklaştırır at değil midir?
Nizamülmülk, Gazâlî, Sabbah; koşsalar? ..
Kuş patladı, Allah vardır, bisiklet söylüyorum
Fotoğrafı Ve’l Asr ile açıkla derdi babam
Kuyulardır, derindir, içinde adam vardır
Yusuf bile düşmüştür aleyhisselam!
Ayın aydınlık yüzü gibi bir tiren dolu bacak
Ağlamak
Abdesti bozmaz mıydı be şeyhim?
Gelmeyeydin yanlış planlanmış bir gömleği
Ta kendi kuzusuna verecek idim
Gidiyorsun ve gayet planlanmış bir kuzudan
Gömlek sökmek üzreyim
Ve nihayet göğe düşsem Bengitay işte
Annemi daha içeriden açıklayabilirim
Şol cinnete pasaj dersen sevgilim beni sıkma
Sevgilim beni sıkma ben
Okuma bilirim.”
Şiir
“You are a real leader of the universe if you lead the hearts and souls than minds and bodies. The mind keeps just the knowledge that approaches its goals while the heart slips off the unlimited fragrance of love to the soul and flows within it the sea of feelings.”
Real Leader
There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN: A Dark Lord's Diary:
“The Chosen One is often told that failure is not an option. The Dark Lord knows that failure, like hurt and harm, is one not simply an option, but one of many companions. True power seldom comes without risk. Sufficient risk eventually results in harm. If you think you can trap a thousand demons and never have a single one break through your defenses and wreak havoc on your mind for a while—then you’ve likely never summoned any demons at all.”
Risk
True Power
Dark Lord
Chosen One
Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception
“Shall I tell you the entire story?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "About a brilliant young man, the only son of a king who refused to kill his father's enemies on the battlefield? Whose soul wandered while he dreamt? Who played music to make the faeries envious? Who had golden hair and a face to tempt the Faerie Queen?"
"Very poetic, " Luke growled.
Brendan smiled for the first time. "How about a young human named Luke Dillon who walked out into the solstice when he shouldn't have, and was stolen by the thing that calls herself the Faerie Queen? 'Come hither, ' she told him - "
"She demanded he court her, and he denied her as no one ever had."
"And so, inspired by his soul's dreamy wandering, she ripped it from him and caged it far from his body."
"And she bade the man who wouldn't kill to be her assassin, because it pleased her to watch him suffer. And kill he would, or she would hand over his caged soul to the minions of hell. And so he killed.”
Luke Dillon
Dead Toad Scrolls
“Society inures us to acts of immorality and decadence. We passively accept violence and exploitation as part of the cultural normative. When the Wall Street Kings crashed their money mobile, Congress was quick to pass bailout bills. How many of these same Congressmen and Wall Street millionaires do you think ever reached into their pocket to buy a homeless person a sandwich?”
Violence
Homeless
Decadence
Immorality
Immoral
Homeless People
Immoral Act
Immoral Virtue
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