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“My lord said, amongst other things, that he did not propose to burden the doctor with the details of his genealogy. He consigned the doctor and all his works, severally and comprehensively described, to hell, and finished up his epic speech by a pungent and Rabelaisian criticism of the whole race of leeches.”

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Book:Devil's Cub
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Devil's Cub

This book delves into a richly detailed fantasy universe, where the character Devil's Cub navigates a complex web of political intrigue and magical conflict. The narrative follows Devil's Cub's journey as they rise to prominence, facing moral dilemmas and testing the boundaries of their own nature. more

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Georgette Heyer
Georgette Heyer

Georgette Heyer, born on August 16, 1902, was a renowned British novelist. Known for her historical novels and intricate love stories, Heyer's works are particularly famous for their depiction of the customs and habits of the British upper class in the 18th century. Her writing style is unique, characterized by its wit and humor, which has won her a large following among readers. more

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“Tater Tot is not a nickname," I snapped. "It's an insult, and you're welcome to have it." "No." She shook her head, sending her straight hair over her shoulders in a glinting wave. "I'd need something else. Something to signify our deep connection." I held in my gag admirably, but I found myself speaking without forethought. "How about 'Mirror'? Since you both love gazing into them." As soon as I said it, I knew it was unkind. Sam's pretty face flushed bright pink, and she launched herself from the foot of my bed. "Sam, I didn't mean---" "No," she cut in sharply. "You said what you said. You know, Saint is right; you can't help but pick people apart." "Excuse me while I choke on the irony," I shot back. "Always with a joke," Sam said, even though I hadn't been joking. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Your problem is that you don't know how to play the game." "The game? Life isn't a game." "Bullshit. It always has been and always will be. Smile whether you want to or not; compliment the people in position to help you or have your back." She counted her points off on her fingers. "When everyone assumes you're the sweetest, most helpful or honest person in their world, they'll let you get away with anything." "This is what you think I should be?" I cut in. "A fake schemer?" Sam shrugged then. "Fake or not, it's how the most successful people get ahead. They plot, forge alliances, and they execute their plans." "If that's success, then I want no part of it. I'd rather fail and have a conscience.”

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Book:Dear Enemy
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