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“Her hot tears started falling on the snowflake floor. Alexey remained still at his seat. He felt his heart burning with rage while the reflection of the flames was dancing in his eyes. Suddenly, he let a stifled cry and ran after her. He dragged her into the room and drew abruptly the big curtains to hide their passionate kisses. When the light of the dawn appeared, the flames had faded away giving all their warmth to the bodies still lying on the thick carpet.”

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“Hard science alone does not do justice to the cause of fully preserving the past. For that, you also need heart, a capacity for appreciating the drama and tragedy of a ship’s dying moments.”

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Book:The Lost Fleet: The Discovery of a Sunken Armada from the Golden Age of Piracy – Venezuela's 1678 French Naval Disaster and the Rise of Caribbean Buccaneers
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“She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel. She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved. "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!"”

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Book:Regain
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“He was a boy breaking out and into himself at once. That's what I wanted—not merely the body, desirable as it was, but its will to grow into the very world that rejects its hunger. Then I wanted more, the scent, the atmosphere of him, the taste of French fries and peanut butter under the salve of his tongue, the salt around his neck from two hour drives to nowhere and a Burger King at the edge of the county, a day of tense talk with his old man, the rust from the electric razor he shared with that old man, how I would always find it on the sink in its sad plastic case, the tobacco, weed and cocaine smoke on his fingers mixed with motor oil, all of it accumulating into the afterscent of wood smoke caught and soaked in his hair, as if when he came to me, his mouth wet and wanting, he came from a place on fire, a place he could never return to.”

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Book:On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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