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Sunday, January 13, 2013
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
The Golden Compass榛勯噾缃楃洏_028
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"I will tell her what you did."
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
鏃跺厜涔嬭疆 The Great Hunt_074
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"Yes, Daughter. Village youths, so Lord Agelmar tells me. But one of them is ta'veren." The Amyrlin's eyes strayed to the flattened cube again.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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Chapter 92
I tried a couple of sessions with the creepy and surreal Peter Westin that nig
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The shot struck him where his nose had been just an instant before. A dark, bloody hole appeared at the center of his face. There was no surprise or shock, just sudden obliteration. Then he crumpled to the ground. There was no doubt he was dead.
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Then I found myself staring into the angriest, most arrogant eyes. I recognized them immediately. It was almost impossible to shock me anymore, but this was another jolt.’So you’re the one,’I said. ‘You killed them, and you will be killed,’a voice threatened.’You’ll die. You will die. Cross!’
I was looking at Peter Westin, the vampire expert I’d met weeks before in Santa Barbara. He was cut-up, injured and bleeding. But he was in total control, even with my gun aimed at his face. He was cool and superior, so confident. I remembered sitting across from him at the Davidson Library up in Santa Barbara. He had told me he was a real vampire. I guess I believed him now.
I finally found the right words.’You’re the Sire.’
Chapter 92
I tried a couple of sessions with the creepy and surreal Peter Westin that nig
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"It's Will. He's coming with us—"
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