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“A teenage boy with a Mohawk sat across from me, sneering. I’d seen that look before. Why was it a problem to knit in public? “My grandma knits.” I ignored him. “So what are you making, Grandma?” Mohawk’s voice was ugly. I arched my eyebrow. “A cashmere cock ring. Your grandma ever knit one of those?” The kid’s eyes grew wide, and he suddenly became very interested in a four-year-old issue of Teen Vogue.”

“The Creed of the Assassin Brotherhood teaches us that nothing is forbidden to us. Once, I thought that meant we were free to do as we would. To pursue our ideals, no matter the cost. I understand now. Not a grant of permission. The Creed is a warning. Ideals too easily give way to dogma. Dogma becomes fanaticism. No higher power sits in judgement of us. No supreme being watches to punish us for our sins. In the end, only we ourselves can guard against our obsessions. Only we can decide whether the road we walk carries too high a toll. We believe ourselves redeemers, avengers, saviours. We make war on those who oppose us, and they in turn make war on us. We dream of leaving our stamp upon the world... even as we give our lives in a conflict that will be recorded in no history book. All that we do, all that we are, begins and ends with ourselves.”

“There were three ways to kill a king: You could face him with all the force of your military might, and in the end one of you would fall. You could stab him from behind like a coward, cringing in the shadows. Or you could kill him slowly, from the inside out, so he wouldn't even know until it was too late. If you did your job right, he might even thank you for it. These were the differences between Soldiers, Assassins, and Politicians. Only Politicians did it with a certain flair.”

“Xalqın qayğısız və tənbəl olduğunun fərqinə vardım. Onlar üçün özümü fəda etməyə dəyməzdi. Nahaq yerə onları oyandırmağa və ayıltmağa çalışmışdım. Yoxsa insanların həqiqətin nə olduğuna maraq göstərdiklərinə inanırsan? Heç veclərinə belə deyil! İstədikləri ancaq rahatlıqlarının pozulmaması və xəyal güclərini canlandırmaq üçün uydurulmuş nağıllardan ibarətdir. Ya da kimin haqlı kimin haqsız olduğunun onlar üçün əhəmiyyət kəsb etdiyinimi fikirləşirsən? Əsla! Yetər ki, onların istəklərinin bir qismini yerinə yetirəsən.”

“Okay, he’s not going to just tell us, so apparently we need to persuade him.” He quirked his lips as if he were really giving it some serious thought. “Do you think he has fortune cookies under his skin?” Ricardo eyed him. “Fortune—what?” August blinked with what Ricardo could only describe as sadistic innocence. “You know—where you break them open and answers come out.”

“Tonight, she went prowling at two of the local clubs. She intrigued him. It was the feline way she moved, fluid and graceful, a lioness, in a slinky black dress. She disappeared in the shadows, seen when she wanted to be, invisible when she wished. He knew the moment she detected him, by the subtle shift of her eyes, the slight turn of her head. The lioness caught the scent of the lion, and at 11:30 pm, she led him back to her den. The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel”

“Great cities are the fulcrums of history in the twentieth century. In their boardrooms and byways, decisions of life and death are made with the regularity of falling leaves of the calendar... Such a fulcrum is the Wayne Foundation building in the city of Gotham... where one Jeremy Wormwood -- financier, socialite, and freelance assassin -- has been summoned...”

“He pauses then, studying me. “How would you have done it?” His question surprises me. “You mean how would I have killed you?” “Yes. Do you have a favorite method for such things?” Since he knows I am an assassin, there is no need to be coy. “I prefer a garrote. I like the intimacy it allows me when I whisper reminders of vengeance in their ears as they die. But in your case, I had sharpened my favorite knife especially for the occasion.” His brows quirk up. “Why no garrote for me?” I look pointedly at his thick neck, bulging with muscle and sinew. “I do not have one big enough,” I mutter.”

“Elli." "Shea," she gasped as he bit softly. "Show me your undies." Elli broke out in a fit of giggles as Shea smiled against her neck. "No way." "What if a get a goal just for you-then can I see your undies?" "Do they have to be on me?" she asked, playing along. There was no way in hell he would see her in her undies. "Yes, they do." "Hmm...no." "Come on, two goals." "No." "Three." "Okay. Three, and y'all gotta win." "Deal. Now kiss me." "That I will do," she said with a grin as she leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss him deeply. It was probably the first time Elanor Fisher hoped Shea didn't score.”

“For many years there have been rumours of mind control experiments. in the United States. In the early 1970s, the first of the declassified information was obtained by author John Marks for his pioneering work, The Search For the Manchurian Candidate. Over time retired or disillusioned CIA agents and contract employees have broken the oath of secrecy to reveal small portions of their clandestine work. In addition, some research work subcontracted to university researchers has been found to have been underwritten and directed by the CIA. There were 'terminal experiments' in Canada's McGill University and less dramatic but equally wayward programmes at the University of California at Los Angeles, the University of Rochester, the University of Michigan and numerous other institutions. Many times the money went through foundations that were fronts or the CIA. In most instances, only the lead researcher was aware who his or her real benefactor was, though the individual was not always told the ultimate use for the information being gleaned. In 1991, when the United States finally signed the 1964 Helsinki Accords that forbids such practices, any of the programmes overseen by the intelligence community involving children were to come to an end. However, a source recently conveyed to us that such programmes continue today under the auspices of the CIA's Office of Research and Development. The children in the original experiments are now adults. Some have been able to go to college or technical schools, get jobs. get married, start families and become part of mainstream America. Some have never healed. The original men and women who devised the early experimental programmes are, at this point, usually retired or deceased. The laboratory assistants, often graduate and postdoctoral students, have gone on to other programmes, other research. Undoubtedly many of them never knew the breadth of the work of which they had been part. They also probably did not know of the controlled violence utilised in some tests and preparations. Many of the 'handlers' assigned to reinforce the separation of ego states have gone into other pursuits. But some have remained or have keen replaced. Some of the 'lab rats' whom they kept in in a climate of readiness, responding to the psychological triggers that would assure their continued involvement in whatever project the leaders desired, no longer have this constant reinforcement. Some of the minds have gradually stopped suppression of their past experiences. So it is with Cheryl, and now her sister Lynn.”