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“Your heart is set on meditating on the Lord's precepts, contemplating His ways, and delighting in His Word. Your eyes are open to the truths of God, even in the night watches, and His law is your meditation all day long. You find joy in the Lord's statutes, and His works are the wonder of your heart. Your hands are lifted up to His commandments, which you love, and you meditate on the book of the law day and night. As you remember the days of old and muse on the work of God's hands, you are blessed with wisdom, guidance, and a deeper walk with the Lord. You are satisfied with God's favor and filled with His blessings. As a seed of Abraham through Jesus Christ, you receive the blessing of Abraham, and God multiplies you like the stars of heaven and the sand of the shore. Showers of blessing are upon your life, and every curse sent your way is turned into a blessing. You are chosen by God and blessed, and His face shines upon you. Your life yields increase, and the ends of the earth fear Him. You walk in God's favor, and your enemies do not triumph over you, for you are blessed and favored by the Lord.”

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“Maybe if you stopped sulking in your self-pity, you'd see that you have everything you need to scale the Gauntlet,' he calls after me, his voice echoing down the hallway. 'My self-what?' I turn around, my jaw dropping. 'People die,' he says slowly, his jaw ticking before he drags in a deep breath. 'It's going to happen over and over again. It's the nature of what happens here. What makes you a rider is what you do after people die. You want to know why you're still alive? Because you're the scale I currently judge myself against every night. Every day I let you live, I get to convince myself that there's still a part of me that's a decent person. So if you want to quit, then please, spare me the temptation and fucking quit. But if you want to do something, then do it.' 'I'm too short to span the distance!' I hiss, uncaring that anyone could hear us. 'The right way isn't the only way. Figure it out.' Then he turns and walks away. Fuck. Him.”

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Book:Fourth Wing
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“Why do old houses creak so much?" he asked idly, playing with her braid and drawing the silky end across her cheek. "When all the warmth fades at night, it makes the old boards contract and slip against each other." "A bloody massive house, it is. And you were left to your own devices in this place for too long. I didn't understand before, how alone you were." "I had the twins for company. I watched over them." "But there was no one to watch over you." A sense of uneasiness came over her, as it always did whenever she reflected on her childhood. It had seemed as if her very survival had depended on never complaining or drawing attention to herself. "Oh I- I didn't need that." "All little girls need to feel safe and wanted.”

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Book:Marrying Winterborne
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“Codfish aristocracy' is what they call us. Men who've made a fortune in business, but are common-born." "Why codfish?" "It used to refer to the rich merchants who settled the American colonies and made their money in the cod trade. Now it means any successful businessman." "Nouveau riche is another term," Helen added. "It's never used as a compliment, of course. But it should be. Being self-made is something to be admired." As she felt his soundless chuckle, she insisted, "It is." Rhys turned his head to kiss her. "You've no need to flatter my vanity." "I'm not flattering you. I think you're remarkable.”

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Book:Marrying Winterborne
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“Before he could explain further, however, Rhys happened to catch sight of a slim, dark shape walking past the doorway. It was only a fleeting glimpse... but it was enough to send a jolt of awareness through him. "You," he said in a voice that carried out into the hallway. "Whoever just passed by the door. Come here." In the riveting silence, a young woman appeared at the threshold. Her features were delicately angular, her silver blue eyes round and wide-set. As she stood at the edge of the lamplight, her fair skin and pale blond hair seemed to hold their own radiance, an effect he'd seen in paintings of Old Testament angels. "There's a grain about it," Rhys's father had always said when he'd wanted to describe something fine and polished and perfect, something of the highest quality. Oh, there was a grain about this woman. She was only medium height, but her extreme slenderness gave her the illusion of being taller. Her breasts were high and gently rounded beneath the high-necked dress, and for a pleasurable, disorienting moment Rhys remembered resting his head there as she had given him sips of orchid tea. "Say something," he commanded gruffly. The shy glow of her smile gilded the air. "I'm glad to see you in better health, Mr. Winterborne." Helen's voice. She was more beautiful than starlight, and just as unattainable. As he stared at her, Rhys was bitterly reminded of the upper-class ladies who had looked at him with contempt when he was a shop boy, holding their skirts back if he passed near them on the street, the way they would seek to avoid a filthy stray dog. "Is there something I can do for you?" she asked. Rhys shook his head, still unable to take his gaze from her. "I only wanted a face to go with the voice.”

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Book:Cold-Hearted Rake
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