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“Start investing in your own sensuality, it's what increases your sense of self worth.”

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“Ancak emperyalizm hiç vazgeçmemiştir. Evet! Sıkıştıkça Türkiye'yi bölüp parçalamaktan vazgeçmiş gibi görünmüş, ama bilinçaltında ve sümen altında hep Türkiye'yi bölüp parçalamaya yönelik planları saklı tutmuştur. Emperyalizm, dün Sevr Projesi diye Turkiye'ye dayattıklarını bugün "demokrasi", "insan hakları", "AB Uyum Yasaları" ve BOP olarak Türkiye'ye dayatmaktadır. Örneğin, dün Sevr Antlaşması ile Türkiye'ye dayatılan Anadolu coğrafyasında bir Kürdistan ve Ermenistan kurma planı, bugün başka adlarla bugün Türkiye'ye dayatılmaktadır. Sayfa:13”

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Book:Cumhuriyet Tarihi Yalanları
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“All due respect, Renny,” said Mary Jo, “I have a pretty freaking good idea of your capabilities. And I think Mr. Traegar’s decision to bring us in first was the correct one. We don’t really know what we’re dealing with when it comes to the fae—there is no way that the sheriff’s office would. We had two werewolves, Mercy and the goblin king out there—and if it weren’t for the goblin king we’d have failed to bring him in ourselves.” He gave her a look. “I am going to ignore—just for a minute—how much my geek side is loving that apparently there is a goblin king in the world. And that he is—again apparently—here in the Tri-Cities. Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this.” He said all that in a very dry, professional tone. I was starting to really like this guy.”

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Book:Storm Cursed
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“She played her song for the Goblin King every spring, every year, to bring the world from death back into life. And when the little girl's gnarled and aged fingers could no longer hold her bow, her children and students picked up her song and continued to play, one long, unbroken melody that stretched across time and memory. On and on and on, for as long as the seasons turn and the living remember all that is good and beautiful and worthwhile in the world. For love is our only immortality, and when memory is faded and gone, it is our legacies that endure.”

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Book:Shadowsong
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“Now," he said, turning me to face him. "Let us dance, Elisabeth." The musicians struck up another song, one I didn't recognize. The tempo was slow and in a minor key, seductive and sinister. The Goblin King pulled me into his embrace. He pressed his hand to my lower back, pushing our hips close together. Our hands met palm to palm, fingers intertwined. He was not masked and neither was I. Our eyes met. Despite the closeness of our bodies, it was the touch of our eyes that made me blush. "Mein Herr," I demurred. "I don't think-" "You think too much, Elisabeth," he said. "Too much about propriety, too much about duty, too much about everything but music. For once, don't think." The Goblin King smiled. It was a wicked grin, one that made me feel unsafe and excited at the same time. "Don't think. Feel.”

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Book:Wintersong
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“Elisabeth. A breath on the back of my neck. I am dizzy, I sway, but I stand. A breath, then a kiss. I cannot see, but I know it is him. The Goblin King. I lean into him, but he holds me upright. He murmurs my name down my neck, down my spine, his long, elegant fingers traveling along the curves of my hips, my waist. Elisabeth. I do not know what to call him, but I cry out his name. My fingers reach, but he is gone.”

Goblin KingLiesl Vogler
Book:Wintersong
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