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“How the hell was she going to fight them? With style. She could almost hear Niko's voice. She grinned, despite herself. Do try not to die, won't you? That was Tyler. It would have been followed by a delicate yawn. And Oz: Keep your head down and don't be stupid. Lise: Bitch, do not even think about leaving me alone with all this testosterone. Giselle: You can't win if you die, so suck it up. Tutresiel: Princess, you aren't even trying if you're dying. And Alexander: Come home.”

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Shadow City

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Diana Pharaoh Francis
Diana Pharaoh Francis

Diana Pharaoh Francis is an author whose works span across science fiction, fantasy, and literature. Her writing is appreciated for its unique perspective and profound themes. more

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“I've always enjoyed a challenge," Niko remarked, shifting through the powder to lift something out. "I think perhaps there are other things I could enjoy instead. Bonsai trees, painting, forging my own weapons. The opportunities are endless." He opened his hand to show me the small braid of several yellowed hairs. "Voodoo." "Think it would work?" I perked up. Killing from a distance wasn't usually my thing, but in this case, I'd make an exception.”

“When I got my first Broadway gig, I called home to tell my mama the news. She said sh always knew I'd be a big star and hung up the phone. She didn't even give me the chance to tell her how much that meant to me. Years later, my sister Robin told me that, after the call, Mama told them I'd be home before I could blink twice.”

“He tried to read an elementary economics text; it bored him past endurance, it was like listening to somebody interminably recounting a long and stupid dream. He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary. In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the moneychangers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men's acts, even the terrible became banal.”

“Ibn Mas'ud said, "When 'Umar died nine-tenth of all knowledge vanished with him." The people were shocked and said, "How can this be when among us now are still many of the great companions?" Ibn Mas'ud replied,"I am not speaking of the knowledge of fiqh and the science of judgements, I'm speaking about the knowledge of Allah." This struggle of isolation, hunger, sleeplessness, weeping, fear and endless service to men was for this end. The journey is only for knowledge of Allah and the whole of it lies in detachment from everything that passes away. First from what is displeasing to Allah, then from one's self-illusion and desires, and then from all men and all otherness until there is only isolation and extreme nearness to Allah.”

“بلاشبہ ہمارے لیے رسول اللہ صلی اللہ علیہ وسلم کے تمام صحابہ واجب الاحترام ہیں، اور بڑا ظلم کرتا ہے وہ شخص جو ان کی کسی غلطی کی وجہ سے ان کی ساری خدمات پر پانی پھیر دیتا ہے اور ان کے مرتبے کو بھول کر گالیاں دینے پر اتر آتا ہے۔ مگر یہ بھی کچھ کم زیادتی نہیں ہے کہ اگر ان میں سے کسی نے کوئی غلط کام کیا تو ہم محض صحابیت کی رعایت سے ان کو "اجتہاد" قرار دینے کی کوشش کریں۔ بڑے لوگوں کے غلط کام اگر ان کی بڑائی کے سبب سے اجتہاد بن جائیں تو بعد کے لوگوں کو ہم کیا کہہ کر ایسے "اجتہادات" سے روک سکتے ہیں۔”

“For their surface area, insects weigh very little. A beetle, falling from a high altitude, quickly achieves terminal velocity: air resistance prevents it from falling very fast, and, after alighting on the ground, it will walk away, apparently none the worse for the experience… In contrast, human beings are characteristically maimed or killed by any fall of more than a few dozen feet: because of our size, we weigh too much for our surface area.”