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“Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.”

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Author:Patrick Bryant
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“I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.”

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Book:The Wanderess
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“She thought of the little disks hidden in her closet and under her bed and at the back of her drawers. They were her secret. The disks she made let her hold those times and remember them forever. Like putty her father had used to fill the nick in the cupboard, her disks dilled the empty space that was left behind wen a moment was over. Her mother and father could never find them.”

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Book:North East
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“When I call his name, it’s a sound almost entirely out of my control. It soars over the crowd and hits him. Even from where I’m standing, I can tell that he recognized my voice. Hastily he unwinds himself from the girl, stands to attention like an animal sensing danger. And I try to call him again, but that word, that name, was all I had the energy for. I barely have the strength left to stand. I wait helplessly for him to find the sound, and when he does, when his heterochromatic eyes meet mine, my mouth forms the word again, but just barely. The girl at his side disappears. The crowd blurs into senseless shapes and colors. I can’t feel my heart or my body or the heat of the flames. I can only see his face—his bewildered, beautifully familiar face.”

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Book:Sever
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“There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The stronger twin develops normally, while the weaker twin crumples and is encased by the body of the stronger twin, where it becomes a parasite. The result is a single child, plagued by a twin-shaped fossil inside. Like a tumor. In death Rose became Linden’s parasitic twin. They were two separate organisms once, growing steadily beside each other. Two pulses. Two brains. But she has crumpled and died, and still he carries her inside himself. She goes where he goes, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, a shadow behind his ribs.”

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Book:Sever
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“Christine had gone into the city archives, found them in an old City of Edmonton telephone book. Her family was in a book. Her family and herself were defined by a street, an avenue, and a phone number. This line of type will rearrange itself into a story of ghosts in that place. A story of her ghost. Christine thought of herself as a child, with no idea of the world but all the ideas of the world. Maybe this was her dream self. She wasn't sure anymore.”

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Book:Broke City
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“Cresci nas margens do rio Amazonas, navegando em sua vastidão e conhecendo o coração da grande floresta. Desde menina sabia que meu lugar era ali, em meio às frondosas árvores, em meio às águas profundas, em meio à terra e ao povo que aprendi a amar e que ofereciam tudo o que era necessário: sombra, abrigo, alimento.”

Poetic Fiction
Book:Raízes, Lendas & Sangue - Uma Releitura do Folclore Brasileiro
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“((وقتی احساس دلتنگی می کنیم به خاطر غیبت نیست به خاطر حضورست، کسی آمده دیدنت، آدم ها یا سرزمین ها از دور آمده اند و یک کمی کنارت می مانند که تنها نباشی.)) می گویم پس دُن رافانیه، گاهی که حس می کنم دلم تنگ شده چون از کسی دورم باید اسم این حس رو بگذارم حضور آن کس؟ بله، این طوری از دلتنگی استقبال می کنی، به اش خوش آمدید می گویی.”

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Book:Montedidio
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