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“Avignon was exactly as she remembered it, full of charm, discreet and refined. The papal palace, with its massive walls, continued to take her breath away with its grandeur, the towers with their pointed roofs, the battlements of the keep. Cail led Elena to the gardens. Flowers, plants and swans. An incredible number of swans floated placidly in the streams that crisscrossed the vegetation.”

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Book:Il sentiero dei profumi

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“Avignone era esattamente come la ricordava, piena di fascino, discreta e raffinata. Il palazzo dei papi, dalle mura massicce, continuava a levarle il fiato per la sua imponenza, le torri dai tetti appuntiti, le merlature del mastio. Cail condusse Elena ai giardinı Fiori, piante e cigni. Un numero incredibile di cigni galleggiava placidamente nei corsi d'acqua che attraversavano la vegetazione.”

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Book:Il sentiero dei profumi

Source: Il sentiero dei profumi

“Hold this truth close: you are wonderfully made, set apart in quiet grace, and no other soul bears your likeness.”

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“So..."he whispered huskily in my ear, "we've discovered that you can arouse me." He demonstrated this fact by pressing harder against me, just in case I'd forgotten. "However, we don't know about you. And there is the small matter of Heka.”

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Book:Kindling the Moon

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“Bind Merrimoth," he finally said, "and I'll do that think you like later." "It's not like my power reacts to the reward system," I said, then added, "What thing?" The corner of his mouth quirked. "On the chair." "You mean the thing you like?" "We both like," he corrected. "Win-win.”

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Book:Binding the Shadows

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“Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears”

Author:Philip Sidney

“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.”

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“My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany. My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.”

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“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.”

Source: Isle

“… the countryside and the village are symbols of stability and security, of order. Yet they are also, as I have noted, liminal spaces, at a very narrow remove from the atavistic Wild. Arcadia is not the realm even of Giorgione and of Claude, with its cracked pillars and thunderbolts, its lurking banditti; still less is it Poussin’s sun-dappled and regularised realm of order, where, although the lamb may be destined for the altar and the spit, all things proceed with charm and gravity and studied gesture; least of all is it the degenerate and prettified Arcady of Fragonard and Watteau, filled with simpering courtier-Corydons, pallid Olympians, and fat-arsed putti. (It is only family piety that prevents me from taking a poker to an inherited coffee service in gilt porcelain with bastardised, deutero-Fragonard scenes painted on the sides of every damned thing. Cue Wallace Greenslade: ‘… “Round the Horne”, with Marie Antoinette as the dairymaid and Kenneth Williams as the manager of the camp-site….’) No: Arcadia is the very margin of the liminal space between the safe tilth and the threatening Wild, in which Pan lurks, shaggy and goatish, and Death proclaims, from ambush, et in Arcadia ego. Arcadia is not the Wide World nor the Riverbank, but the Wild Wood. And in that wood are worse than stoats and weasels, and the true Pan is no Francis of Assisi figure, sheltering infant otters. The Wild that borders and penetrates Arcady is red in tooth and claw.”

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“No, no, let us think with consideration, and consider with acknowledging, and acknowledge with admiration, and admire with love, and love with joy in the midst of all woes ; let us in such sort think, I say, that our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.”

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