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The Circus In Winter: A Debut Literary Novel of Family, Love, and Small-Town Dreams

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“Mr. Galliano wore his big top-hat very much on one side of his head, so much so that Jimmy really wondered why it didn't fall off. ‘When Galliano wears his hat on one side the circus is taking lots of money,’ said Lotta to him. ‘But when you see him wearing it straight up, then you know things are going badly. He gets into a bad temper then, and I hide under the caravan when I see him coming. I've never seen his hat so much on one side before!’ Jimmy thought that circus ways were very extraordinary. Even hats seemed to share in the excitement!”

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Book:Mr Galliano's Circus
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“Hector wished suddenly that leaving the circus was as easy as joining. He didn't fancy the ghost of Harvey Burfoot hunting him down and passing judgement on him. Troupe mythology varied on the details – some said he had the ability to stop your heart with just a stare, others that he strangled you with corporeal hands that grew stronger as he drained your life-force. Either way, the Law was that nobody left; to leave was death; and Hector didn't hate himself that much yet.”

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Book:Freaks Like Us
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“Basque aussi, mais de l'autre côté de la frontiére, Biarritz n'était à l'époque de Victor Hugo qu'un village de pécheurs. Mais le grand homme voyait loin : «Je n'ai qu'une peur, écrivait-il, c'est qu'il ne devienne la mode. Déjà on y vient de Madrid, bientôt on y viendra de Paris. [ ...] Biarritz mettra des rampes à ses dunes, des escaliers ses précipices, des kiosques à ses rochers, des bancs ses grottes, des pantalons ses baigneuses ... »”

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Book:The Grand Tour: The Golden Age of Travel
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“Do you- do you want to dance with me?' I whispered. He was silent for so long that I lifted my head to scan his face. But his eyes were bright- silver-lined. 'You want to dance?' he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. 'Down there- with them.' Where the music beckoned, where life beckoned. Where he should spend the night with his friends, and where I wanted to spend it with them, too. Even with the strangers in attendance. I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers- who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself. 'Of course I'll dance with you,' Rhys said, his voice still raw. 'All night, if you wish.' 'Even if I step on your toes?' 'Even then.' He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down. Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled. The smile the world would likely never see, the smile he'd given up for the sake of his people, his lands. He said softly, 'I am... very glad I met you, Feyre.' I blinked away the burning in my eyes. 'Come on,' I said, tugging on his hand. 'Let's go join the dance.”

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Book:A Court of Mist and Fury
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