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Pomegranate Fortnight Ch. 4Chapter 3: StolenPomegranate Fortnight Ch. 4
Now, tonight, he drifted up and down, seeing the wax women in every colorful shop window, pink and beautiful. For the first time, he knew how dead the town was. He drew a glass of beer and sobbed gently. “Why,” he said, “I’m all alone.”
The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury
The Lost One:
The pitter-patter of her small shoes sent a flurried echo up the corridor, racing ahead of her and around her. It matched the racing of her pulse in her head. Christine knew very well she should be he
by ~Clearlysane
Just Like Any Other ManIt had been three weeks to the day. Christine Daae arranged the smaller blooms among the orange blossoms a trifle more securely in the tiara clasping her small, golden head. Three weeks since Erik had given her up to another, all because he loved her…Just Like Any Other Man
“Loved her so, Daroga!”
Every day since then, she had felt his ring on its chain, pulling at her neck through every waking moment, like a burning circle of ice. She imagined that Erik had transferred his cold presence and unshaken devotion into the unfeeling metal. It would not leave her, not ever.
by ~Clearlysane
Pomegranate Fortnight Ch. 2Chapter 2: Fire from HeavenPomegranate Fortnight Ch. 2
I cannot say Of any condition of human life: “This is fixed, This is clearly good or bad.” Fate rises up, And Fate casts down the happy and unhappy alike: No man can foretell his Fate. "Antigone" by Sophocles
“This also tempted him, that he had in his hand one of the most awful engine’s of nature; I mean gravitation, that mad and quickening rush by which all earth’s creatures fly back to her heart when released.”
Bohun staggered back against the wall, and stared at him with frightful eyes. &nbs
by ~Clearlysane
Pomegranate Fortnight, Ch. 1Chapter 1. Fear of FallingPomegranate Fortnight, Ch. 1
All this was accomplished with a subtlety so perfect, that the minister, though he had constantly a dim perception of some evil influence watching over him, could never gain a knowledge of its actual nature. The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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That which I feared most was the undeceiving of Christine Daae. Above all things, this could prove to be the ruin of us all, since Erik’s obsession would not stand being thwarted. It was inevitable that Christine could not love him in return—he was too terrible
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“I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world”~ Walt Whitman
“We laugh because it hurts.” ~Robert A. Heinlein
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"Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?"
"Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads." - Cirque du Freak by Darren Shan
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The Devil had a better deal
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"We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience."
~George Bernard Shaw
"I don't have much call for handkerchiefs, my dear...there are certain advantages, you see, in being without a nose."
~Erik
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Yes. It was THAT kind of day.
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You love him! Your fear, your terror,all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves," said Raoul
No, Christine! GO BACK TO ERIK!
Lupin/Tonks
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Yes. It was THAT kind of day.
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~Proud Snape/Lily shipper
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Yes. It was THAT kind of day.
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