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Om man är arg så är man arg, konstaterade lilla My och skalade sin potatis med tänderna. Man ska vara arg ibland, vartenda knytt har rätt att vara ilsket.

Lieb Liebchen, leg ‘s Händchen aufs Herze mein; - Ach, hörst du, wie’s pochet im Kämmerlein, Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg, Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg. Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht; Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht. Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann, Damit ich balde schlafen kann.

For over 220 years, Marines have served at the end of America’s operational reach—on freedom’s far frontiers. These Marines are the backbone of the ARG/MEU (SOC) team, our regional commanders’ force of choice for both forward presence and crisis response.

Das Rauchen macht dumm, es macht unfähig zum Denken und Dichten. Es ist auch nur für Müßiggänger, für Menschen, die Langeweile haben.[...] Aber es liegt auch im Rauchen eine arge Unhöflichkeit, eine impertinente Ungeselligkeit. Die Raucher verpesten die Luft weit und breit und ersticken jeden honetten Menschen, der nicht zu seiner Verteidigung zu rauchen vermag. Wer ist denn imstande, in das Zimmer eines Rauchers zu treten, ohne Übelkeit zu empfinden? Wer kann darin verweilen, ohne umzukommen?

Gardens should employ the art of the large int he small and the small in the arg, providing for the real in the unreal and the unreal in the real.

Hon är arg på sig själv för att hon då och då går in på Grand Hyatt Hotel vid Namsan Park och dricker en kopp te för 80 kronor. Hon är arg över att Grand Hyatt Hotel finns överhuvudtaget. Hon är arg att det finns rika människor överhuvudtaget. Hon är arg att det finns fattiga människor överhuvudtaget.

One day she would build her own church, and God would see her, too. They continued traveling along the Arges River, which sometimes was narrow and violently churning, sometimes as wide and smooth as glass. It snaked through the land until reaching the mountains. Everything was a green so deep it was nearly black. Dark gray stones and boulders jutted out of the steeply rising slopes, and beneath them the Arges wandered. It was cooler here than in Tirgoviste, a chill that never quite burned away clinging to the rocks and moss. The looming mountains were so steep that the sun shone directly on the traveling company for only a few hours each day before shadows reclaimed the passes. It smelled of pine and wood and rot—but even the rot smelled rich and healthful, unlike the hidden rot of Tirgoviste. Late

Befangen in arg konventionellen Vorstellungen von "guter Literatur", ist Rinaldi und Naulleau offenbar noch nie aufgegangen, dass Houellebecqs Kunstgriff genau darin besteht, jede Art von korruptem Literaturgetue aus seinen Texten bewusst zu eliminieren, um stattdessen eine mausgraue Angestelltenprosa diesseits des akademischen Kunst- und Bildungsbetriebs zu erfinden. Die Stillosigkeit, die Houellebecq für sich in Anspruch nimmt und die ihm von Mitgliedern der Académie française natürlich übel genommen wird, ist deswegen kein Mangel. Sie ist vielmehr ein Verfahren, dem geschwätzigen Betrieb der Hochliteratur zu entgehen. Und zwar genau dorthin, wo den Kritikern nur noch Naserümpfen bleibt: in die Bahnhofskioske und Supermarktregale. Dort werden Bücher in der Tat nicht fürs Regal und für den sozialen Distinktionsgewinn erworben, sondern zum richtigen Lesen. Proust gegen Houellebecq auszuspielen, wie Angelo Rinaldi es tut, ist nicht nur billig, es ist von bestürzender Begriffsstutzigkeit. Im Übrigen zeugt es von eher bescheidener Kenntnis des Werks und seiner Zusammenhänge. Dass der "Bahnhofsliterat" kluge Einleitungen zu Auguste Comtes "Allgemeiner Religionstheorie" verfasst hat, geht im aufgeregten Invektivenhagel unter.

Tra poco meno di un mese sarà il mio compleanno, e per i miei vent'anni desidererei un regalo davvero speciale. A soli diciotto mesi mi è stata diagnosticata l'artrite reumatoide giovanile, per chi non sapesse cosa è lascerò un link apposito nel primo commento qua sotto...Ho passato la maggior parte della mia adolescenza a cercare di nasconderla, addirittura a vergognarmene e a sentirmi diversa dagli altri ragazzi della mia età. Passata questa fase ne è arrivata un'altra, forse anche peggiore, in cui ero davvero arrabbiata con il mondo, e mi chiedevo costantemente cosa avessi mai potuto fare di tanto terribile per meritarmi una sorte del genere. Adesso sto finalmente bene, continuo a curarmi, ma sono serena, felice, sono riuscita ad accettare anche questa parte di me, al punto tale da riuscire a parlarne liberamente su un social network. Tutto ciò è stato possibile solo grazie al supporto e alle cure preziose della mia famiglia a cui sono e sarò sempre profondamente grata, e ovviamente a quelle di medici bravissimi, che ho avuto la fortuna di incontrare durante il mio percorso. Quindi, per questo mio ventesimo compleanno, ho un grande desiderio nel profondo del mio cuore: desidero che tutti i bambini ai quali è stata diagnosticata questa malattia possano avere un percorso di vita fortunato, proprio come il mio. Questo desiderio potrebbe realizzarsi se, voi che state leggendo, decideste di donare anche solo pochi euro all'associazione non-profit ARG Italia, che si occupa della raccolta di fondi con lo scopo di assistere giovani malati reumatici e le loro famiglie, della promozione di prevenzione e cura delle malattie reumatiche infantili, e anche della tutela giuridico-sociale di tutti i malati. Per chi fosse interessato a questo grande gesto d'amore lascerò sotto anche il link della pagina ufficiale dell'associazione, dove potrete scegliere il metodo di donazione che preferite. Grazie dal profondo del cuore a tutti coloro che decideranno di donare qualcosa, e anche a coloro che semplicemente visiteranno il sito per capire di cosa si tratta.

Küçük bir azınlığı bir yana bırakırsak, ister fen ister insani ve sosyal bilim alanlarında olsun, önüne gelen bir sorunu temel bilimsel ilkelerden hareketle çözümleyip vardığı sonuçları anlaşılır bir dille yazılı veya sözlü olarak ifade etmekte zorlanan nesiller yetiştiriyoruz yıllardır. Her düzeydeki çoktan seçmeli test usulü sınavlar, özellikle üniversiteye girişteki ikinci basamak sınavı, yıllardır gençlerimizin zihnini köreltmektedir. Bir sorunla karşılaşan gençlerimiz, önlerinde beş seçenek göremediklerinde acz içinde şaşırıp kalmaktadır. Bu tür sınavların yarattığı, literatürde "yanal tahribat" denen olgu, doksanlı yılların sonundaki kısa bir dönem hariç, hiçbir zaman bilimsel yaklaşımla ele alınmamış, soruna çözüm üretilmemiştir. Celal'in vermek istediği mesajı, ilk ve ortaöğretim sistemimizden diğer bir örnekle somutlaştırmak istiyorum. Eskinin, genel kültür düzeyi yüksek, hem öğrettiği konuyu hem de o konunu nasıl öğretileceğini bilen öğretmenlerimiz artık yok. Onların yerini, kısa süreli ve ücretli, uyduruk "pedagojik formasyon sertifikası" programlarında çıkanlar aldı. Tüm ileri ülkeler her düzeydeki öğretmenlerini artık lisans sonrası programlarda yetiştirirken, biz hala uyduruk sertiflka programlarında ısrar ediyoruz. Niye? Çünkü, alan memnun satan memnun. Ülkenin ve Türk Milleti'nin geleceğini düşünen yok denecek kadar az. Konunun bir boyutu daha var. Ortaöğretimden yükseköğretime geçiş, milli eğitim sistemlerinin en önemli unsurlarından biri. Öğretmenierin verdiği notların yükseköğretime girişteki etkisi ileri ülkelerde en yüzde altmış, birçok Kıta Avrupası ülkesinde ise yüzde yüz. Bizde ise yüzde on civarında. Görüyor musunuz, milli eğitim sistemi ne kadar karmaşık bir olgu. Sistem bir bütün olarak ele alınıp, bilimsel yaklaşımla irdelenmediği takdirde, çözüm diye takdim edilenler lafazanlıktan öteye geçmiyor. Gelelim yükseköğretim kademesine. Küresel bilgi ekonomisi denen fevkalade karmaşık olgunun birçok boyutu var. Bunların en önemlisi, hiç kuşkusuz, bilimsel yöntemlerle üretilen bilgilerin artık en önemli üretim faktörü olması. Üniversitelerdeki araştırma ve eğitim faaliyetleri tüm ülkelerde buna göre sürekli olarak gözden geçirilip değiştiriliyor. Araştırmalar özel sektörün Ar-Ge faaliyetleri ile bütünleşik bir biçimde ve fakat temel bilimsel araştırma tabanı üzerinde yürülüyor. Yeni bilimsel alanlar açılıyor, bunlar yeni teknolojileri doğuruyor, bunlar da başka yeni bilim alanlarını açıyor; bilim ve teknoloji, temel bilimsel araştırınayla kar amaçlı Ar-Ge faaliyetleri arasındaki ilişki artık eskiden olduğu gibi zincirleme değil, karmaşık biçimde iç içe geçmiş durumda. Eskiden varolan birçok meslek kayboluyor, yepyeni meslek alanları açılıyor. Uzmaniaşma giderek eğitimin daha üst kademelerine ötelendikçe, egıtım programları çok daha bir temel bilimsel tabana oturuyor. Toplumsal duyarlılıklar öne çıktıkça, işgücünün uluslararası harekediliği arttıkça, genel kültür tabanı, muhakeme yeteneklerinin geliştirilmesi üniversite müfredadarının temelini oluşturuyor. Dünyanın önde gelen üniversitelerinde lisans programları bu gelişmelere uygun "çekirdek program" temeli üzerinde düzenleniyor. "Küresel Dünyayı Anlamak," "Fiziksel Dünyayı Anlamak," "Biyolojik Dünyayı Anlamak," "Bilişim," "Muhakeme Yürütmenin Ahlaki ve Sayısal Temelleri," "Kendi Dilinde. ve Yabancı Dillerde Yazılı ve Sözlü İletişim" ve bunlara benzer başlıklı dersler, mühendislikten sosyal ve insani bilim alanlarına, tüm eğitim programlarının çekirdeğini oluşturuyor. Birkaç istisna dışında, bu tür konular üniversitelerimizin gündeminde ön sıralarda değil. Müfredadar ve fakülte bölüm yapıları otuz beş senedir esasen hiç değişmedi. Devlet üniversitelerimizdeki rektör seçim kampanyaları panayıra dönmüş durumda, birçok vakıf üniversitesinde kararlar mütevelli heyet başkanı/üniversitenin sahibinin iki dudağı arasında.

Ein ser seg sjølv, kjenner det som ein har eit landskap i seg med tørre moar, og skrånande fjellsider med vandrande skuggar over. Dessutan veit ein om stygge og avgøymde stup. Ein går utanom dei, ferdast ikkje på den kanten. Der er ting på botnen av vatnet. La det ligge der. Ingen skal få visst det. La det ligge på havsens botn. – Så kjem det ei minning: Det skal koma ein dag då alt som – Å langt ifrå! svarar ein hastig, og bit det av. Prøver bite det av, for det hjelper ikkje overfor det einvise mælet, det fullfører det som det skal ha sagt: Det kjem ein dag då havet ditt skal gje frå seg alt som det gøymer no. Ditt vesle djupe stygge hav. Der er roti der nede. Slam og mørker. Ta deg i akt. Ein skubbar det frå seg. Arg, som ein blir overfor alt som er påtrengande. Og svarar frank: eg er slett ikkje redd. Ein reknar aldri med skredet, raset som riv all nådig dekning av. Så går raset. Og tek med seg. Ikkje berre det ein visste måtte gå i vasken om det skulle prøvast, men òg alt det som det er sviande skam at blir nækt: Det at folk ser kva som verkeleg har vori der heile tida.

Du är charmig när du är arg. Ilskan liksom lyfter fram dina ögon.

The Cyclopses were called Steropes, Brontes, and Arges. Once freed by their brother, they went hard at work to prepare for the War of Gods, forging the Trident for Poseidon, the Helm of Darkness for Hades, and the Lightning Bolts for Zeus.

But the moment his lips had touched hers, as he’d breathed air into her lungs, he’d known it was the right choice. Deep in his bones, he felt the rightness. As though the ancients of the ocean had touched his heart and told him that she needed to live. The lights along his tail lit up when her tiny hand had rested on his shoulder, and then the other, frantically sucking up any air that he could spare for her. And his gills had fluttered along his ribs, even the ones that usually laid flat along his jaw burst out. He’d never fluttered in his life. Arges had always known his gills to remain flat and unaffected, no matter what female was around him. And yet, this one made him shake like a child. Like he’d never had a woman touch him before. As he watched the strange contraption take her up and away from him, he found the sight didn’t settle well, either. It wasn’t that he wanted to follow her. He couldn’t go into her realm any more than she could exist in the sea. But the muscles of his tail bunched, regardless. He wanted to touch her again.

—Eres tan jodidamente adorable —comentó abrazándome. —No lo soy. —suspiré devolviéndole el abrazo. —¡Sí, lo eres! —gritó mi hermano desde la otra calle. Mierda, lo vio todo. Arg.

[    1.948637] usbcore: registered new interface driver hub   [    1.948795] usbcore: registered new device driver usb You can combine pipes together. For example, you get the exact same output by using head and displaying only the first three lines of the grep output: root@beaglebone:/tmp# dmesg |grep ‐i usb |head ‐n3   [    1.948582] usbcore: registered new interface driver usbfs   [    1.948637] usbcore: registered new interface driver hub   [    1.948795] usbcore: registered new device driver usb xargs: This is a very powerful filter command that enables you to construct an argument list that you use to call another command or tool. In the following example, a text file args.txt that contains three strings is used to create three new files. The output of cat is piped to xargs, where it passes the three strings as arguments to the touch command, creating three new files a.txt,

1.1M    ./scripts 58M     ./cloud9 74M     . You can also use tee to write the output to several files at the same time, as shown in this example: root@beaglebone:/opt# du ‐d1 ‐h | tee /tmp/1.txt /tmp/2.txt /tmp/3.txt Filter Commands (from sort to xargs) There are filtering commands, each of which provides a useful function: sort: This command has several options, including (‐r) sorts in reverse; (‐f) ignores case; (‐d) uses dictionary sorting, ignoring punctuation; (‐n) numeric sort; (‐b) ignores blank space; (‐i) ignores control characters; (‐u) displays duplicate lines only once; and (‐m) merges multiple inputs into a single output. wc (word count): This can be used to calculate the number of words, lines, or characters in a stream. For example: root@beaglebone:/tmp# wc < animals.txt  4  4 18 This has returned that there are 4 lines, 4 words, and 18 characters. You can select the values independently by using (‐l) for line count; (‐w) for word count; (‐m) for character count; and (‐c) for the byte count (which would also be 18 in this case). head: Displays the first lines of the input. This is useful if you have a very long file or stream of information and you want to examine only the first few lines. By default it will display the first 10 lines. You can specify the number of lines using the ‐n option. For example, to get the first five lines of output of the dmesg command (display message or driver message), which displays the message buffer of the kernel, you can use the following: root@beaglebone:/tmp# dmesg | head ‐n5   [    0.000000] Booting Linux on physical CPU 0x0   [    0.000000] Initializing cgroup subsys cpuset   [    0.000000] Initializing cgroup subsys cpu   [    0.000000] Initializing cgroup subsys cpuacct   [    0.000000] Linux version 3.13.4-bone5(root@imx6q-sabrelite-1gb-0) tail: This is just like head except that it displays the last lines of a file or stream. Using it in combination with dmesg provides useful output, as shown here: root@beaglebone:/tmp# dmesg | tail ‐n2   [   36.123251] libphy: 4a101000.mdio:00 - Link is Up - 100/Full   [   36.123421] IPv6:ADDRCONF(NETDEV_CHANGE): eth0:link becomes ready grep: A very powerful filter command that can parse lines using text and regular expressions. You can use this command to filter output with options, including (‐i) ignore case; (‐m 5) stop after five matches; (‐q) silent, will exit with return status 0 if any matches are found; (‐e) specify a pattern; (‐c) print a count of matches; (‐o) print only the matching text; and (‐l) list the filename of the file containing the match. For example, the following examines the dmesg output for the first three occurrences of the string “usb,” using ‐i to ignore case: root@beaglebone:/tmp# dmesg |grep ‐i ‐m3 usb   [    1.948582] usbcore: registered new interface driver usbfs   [    1.948637] usbcore: registered new interface driver hub   [    1.948795] usbcore: registered new device driver usb You can combine pipes together. For example, you get the exact same output by using head and displaying only the first three lines of the grep output: root@beaglebone:/tmp# dmesg |grep ‐i usb |head ‐n3   [    1.948582] usbcore: registered new interface driver usbfs   [    1.948637] usbcore: registered new interface driver hub   [    1.948795] usbcore: registered new device driver usb xargs: This is a very powerful filter command that enables you to construct an argument list that you use to call another command or tool. In the following example, a text file args.txt that contains three strings is used to create three new files. The output of cat is piped to xargs, where it passes the three strings as arguments to the touch command, creating three new files a.txt, b.txt,

Inheriting from Application is shorter than writing an explicit main method, but it also has some shortcomings. First, you can't use this trait if you need to access command-line arguments, because the args array isn't available. For example, because the Summer application uses command-line arguments, it must be written with an explicit main method, as shown in Listing 4.3. Second, because of some restrictions in the JVM threading model, you need an explicit main method if your program is multi-threaded. Finally, some implementations of the JVM do not optimize the initialization code of an object which is executed by the Application trait. So you should inherit from Application only when your program is relatively simple and single-threaded.

Dereferencing pointers in Cython is different than in C. Because the Python language already uses the *args and **kwargs syntax to allow arbitrary positional and keyword arguments and to support function argument unpacking, Cython does not support the *a syntax to dereference a C pointer. Instead, we index into the pointer at location 0 to dereference a pointer in Cython. This syntax also works to dereference a pointer in C, although that’s rare.

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Daios darted through the water, a fish tied to his waist for her as his mind rioted. He understood it now. He understood what Arges had meant when he said this feeling was all-consuming. That fighting against this connection was a lesson in futility because it absolutely was. With the taste of her blood on his tongue and the feeling of her hands on his skin, he was lost. Completely and utterly. He wanted to mate her. He wanted to keep her for himself forever.

Oh, well, that’s easy enough. You could just tell her that you miss her.” Daios looked at Maketes. His brother’s expression had softened, his brows coming down to create wrinkles in between his eyes. It almost was an expression of pity, which he refused to look too much into. “I do not...” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. Of course he missed her. The sensation had grown every day since he had last spoken with her, even though he could see her from afar. His gills felt like they couldn’t suck in enough air, and no matter how much he did, he wasn’t tired at night. His body was exhausted, but his mind wondered what she had done during the day. If she was comfortable here. If Mira and Arges were filling her head with stories about how dangerous he was when all he wanted was to talk to her. He just wanted to hear her voice. And that was terrifying on its own. Maketes tilted his head to the side. “You do miss her. Quite a bit, it seems.

But then a blue glow erupted, and he knew exactly who was stopping him. “Arges,” he growled. “Move.” “No,” his clutch brother replied. “I will not. You cannot go back to her, Daios. You have to come back to the dome.” “My place is with her.” “As the sea commands,” Arges said in agreement. But he did not move. “You cannot ruin all that we have worked for. There are more people at stake than just Anya.” “If you do not move, I will make you move.” His claws were already flexing at his side. Perhaps a fight would make him feel better. If he tore into his brother, expressing all his frustration, maybe he could hold himself back from swimming to her side. “You can’t make me move, Daios.” Baring his teeth in anger, he snarled, “Have you forgotten the last time we fought? I have not. Even fresh out of battle and missing an arm, I tossed you into the air like you were nothing more than a child.

He looked up and their eyes locked. She could feel his exhaustion, the ache that spread through his body, but even more, she could feel the relief that coursed through him at the sight of her. Because it was the same emotion she felt. With a sudden surge of his tail and a flash of fluke, he sped toward her at twice the speed. She barely had time to open her arms before he thudded into her. Hard enough that bubbles erupted from the seal around the rebreather, and her chest ached with the impact. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on as he didn’t slow down. He just struck her with all the force of a hurricane and carried her away from the others without a word. “Daios!” Arges shouted, and she knew that Maketes was trying to follow them. None of them could keep up with her undine, though. A burst of energy and power renewed his speed, and soon enough, the others were just specks in the distance. He was shaking, she realized. Quaking against her chest until she felt as rattled as he was. Tears pricked her eyes, and she held onto him tightly, rubbing her palms up and down his back because she didn’t know what else to do. What to say. Instead, she just held him to her heart and let him hold her against his. At one point in their mad dash, he reached up and ripped the rebreather off of her face. Before she could even protest, he’d connected that tentacle to her throat, and she felt him breathing for her. Perhaps a little too fast, and certainly ragged. But it was there. “Just need to feel you,” he growled against her ear, the tones so low that they practically vibrated through her. She went limp in his arms. How could she do anything else? She’d been so worried, so frantic, that he might be harmed. Which he was. He’d arrived with banners of blood trailing after his body and yet still he carried her through the sea. Perhaps to somewhere he considered safe. Anya

The muscles of his jaw jumped even more until he looked down at her. Then everything in him seemed to freeze. Pausing as his eyes danced over her features. “If we do not see each other again, my kalon, I wish for you to know that I have never been more honored than to have a woman like you at my side.” He swallowed hard again, his eyes still flicking over hers. “I do not know how your people say this.” Oh, this sweet, wonderful man who had no idea how much he had wriggled his way into her heart. She reached up and framed his face with both of her hands, staring into those black eyes that showed so much more than he knew how to say. “We say I love you.” “I have heard this from Mira before.” “From Mira?” she repeated with a laugh. He shook his head. “She has said it to Arges. Tell me what this word means.” “It’s not about the word itself. It’s about the feeling in here.” She moved one of her hands to his chest. “It means that living without you feels wrong. That to be parted from your side makes me miss you more than I miss breathing fresh air. And that I will always think of you, no matter how far I am from you.

As he searched across the volcanic remains, he remembered a certain fish he’d wanted to bring home as a child. His mother had been so sweet as he held the tiny, shimmering creature in his hands. “Arges,” she’d said, opening the cage of his fingers. “You must let it go. We live deep in the ocean, my son. If we bring it that far down, it will die.” It will die. Ah, he was an idiot. Of course, he couldn’t drag her down to his people. Not to mention that wasn’t what Mitéra had asked him to do. He was supposed to use this little achromo. He was supposed to convince her to help his people, even if that was through lies. How was he supposed to do that? He had no idea. It wasn’t like he could seduce her. He was lacking in many ways, he was certain, considering how grotesque she was to him.

Fucking hell!” she shouted, yanking the blanket even tighter around her shoulders as she backed toward the console table. “I just told you I’m useless, Arges! So fuck off. Clearly, there is nothing I can do for you, and there’s nothing you can do for me, so just leave me to rot here! I’ll make it a couple of days, but that was the whole point of taking me, wasn’t it? I was never getting out of this alive. So stop toying with your food and let me fucking die.

He had Mira in his arms. Though her blood coated his scales and floated around her like a plume of bright color, she was still alive. He was certain they would save her. Even with the wound in her belly. Brushing his claws over her face, he drew her closer to him and held her tightly against his hearts. “You’re going to live,” he breathed. “You’re going to live, Mira. I will not let you go.” He was pleased that Byte had been correct. He breathed for both of them, and this was the first time in the water he’d seen her without a mask. Her face was so beautiful, so peaceful, as she looked up at him. She lifted a hand, gently running her fingers down his neck. “I love you,” she said, her voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. “I love you so much, Arges. I don’t want to die without you knowing that.” The words were a punch in his gut. “You’re not going to die.” “I might.” She lifted her hands from her belly, and the weak stream of blood frightened him. There should have been more. So much more.

Well, I did want to blow your mind.” “Indeed, you did.” He gathered her a little closer, arranging her legs on either side of him so she was comfortable. “You are a gift from the sea, Mira. A rare pearl I am so lucky to have found. I do love you, you know. More than anything else in this world. You hold my soul in your chest. Wherever you go, I will never be far from you.” Her hair billowed around them, red tangling around the electric blue of his body. “I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his gills. “No matter how different we are or where we came from. You are mine, Arges. And I am yours.

Tell me when to stop,” he murmured, slowly turning her in his arms, so she was facing the warm vents. “And I will keep us where you find it most comfortable.” She shivered, and he could assume it was the depth of his voice in her ear that affected her so. “Arges?” “Yes, kairos?” Perhaps he leaned a little too close. Perhaps he slightly nuzzled his lips against her ear as he said the words. “I’m going to remove my suit. It keeps me warm in cold water, but keeps me cool in warm water. Just the top, but... Will you not look?” She asked the impossible. He had to hold on to her. The currents were far too strong for her to stay in one place without them whipping her away from him. So that meant she would be pressed against him, skin to skin, for the first time. He would surely die remaining still and not looking or touching everything he’d never seen bare. Still, she had asked. And he had promised that he would take care of her.

You are not supposed to be here, Arges. You are supposed to be with your achromo, convincing her to tell us all her secrets.” “She’s dying.” He’d intended to ease into this conversation. He had wanted to convince Mitéra of his kairos’s use, or perhaps that they could trust Mira to come back, even though that was unlikely. Instead, he was the idiot who blurted out the truth the moment Mitéra looked at him. “She will not last much longer without the achromos’ medicine that they take. She will die and we will get no information out of her.” Mitéra waved her hand through the water. “Then she will die. Now we know how to take them, and that their people will not follow anyone who has been lost. You will get another.” “I do not wish to take another.” It was a hard truth to tell her, but one that he felt deeply. Arges was not meant for this. He wasn’t supposed to take people out of their homes and watch while they died. He couldn’t torture anymore people like this.

His whole life unraveled the moment she touched him. Fuck, that was a lie. The moment he laid eyes on her was the moment he should have known that he would never be the same again. This woman, this achromo who fought with an undine even knowing what terrible things he could do to her, had captured his heart. He had admired her bravery back then, but he had no way of knowing that bravery would turn into an admiration that eased into love. True, blissful love. He felt better when he was with her. Like his mind stilled and his soul eased. Like he had been searching his entire life for someone who could see him. Just him. Not the warrior. Not the man who could save his people and who was good at attacking the achromos. Not the tactician with the brain who could see through what the achromos built. All she saw was Arges. The monster who had kidnapped her and the creature she had forgiven. They’d fought. They’d argued and drawn blood both ways. And still she found it in her heart to forgive him. How did he deserve a woman like this? How had he found someone who was so fierce and yet so soft at the same time? He was a fool for her.

Considering how hidden everything on this achromo was, he could only assume their pleasure was different. And the mere idea of chasing it with her was a heady rush to his head. And... other areas. Mira took a ragged breath, her chest brushing against his. “This isn’t talking, Arges. I need you to talk so that Byte can make a chip for me as well. So we can understand each other.” She wanted him to talk? Leaning down so his mouth was pressed to her hearing hole, he raggedly said, “I have seen what your people do in the dark. The movements might be strange, but the sounds your kind make are intriguing to me. I wish to explore this body of yours, Mira.” He felt her shiver at her name. He knew he said it differently than her, rolling the middle of the word over on his tongue.

Troubled, he swam through the crevice into the cave. But as he took a deep breath to steady himself, he froze at the bottom. He could smell someone else had been here. One of his own people, with the faintest hint of sulfur and ash. A depthstrider? Certainly not. Their kind rarely came out of the deep, and they wouldn’t dare overstep their bounds when they could smell his scent here. Arges had made certain it was very clear whose cave this was. Which only left one other person. There was only one in his tribe who reeked of the depths, of the endless layer of gasses that hid yet another layer of the ocean from prying eyes. “Daios,” he snarled. His brother had been here. He had stared up at the achromo through the currents, and she likely didn’t even know he’d been there. Lurking in the depths, like the predator he wasn’t supposed to be, Daios had likely thought about stealing what was Arges’s. And then his blood turned icy. What if his brother had killed the achromo? What if he hadn’t been here and his enraged brother had ended this job for Arges? His gills flared wide in worry and all the lights along his tail flashed bright and hot. He wouldn’t stand for it. No one would take Mira from him, not this soon, not when she had just ignited the spark of interest in his chest. With a flick of his tail, he launched himself to the surface. Splashing loudly, he whipped his head around in the air. Searching for her. Hoping and praying to every ocean god out there that would listen that she be right where he left her. A startled shriek echoed through the cave, and he had to dodge a launched rock that would have bludgeoned him. Though the projectile should have angered him, all he could muster was a relieved sigh.

She didn’t know how long she sat before she saw the shadow in the kelp forest. It was very long, and a different shape than anything she’d seen thus far. But she wasn’t going to move. Nothing so far had been dangerous. Then the shadow lunged out of the kelp, so quickly it was hard for her to even get an idea of what it was before it struck her. Her ribs screamed in pain, but the water seemed to cushion her wild slide before she hit rocks. Shark, her mind screamed. There’s a shark and there is nowhere for you to hide. She grabbed onto the stones with her hands, shoving herself farther away from the creature and kicking her feet. But she wasn’t a fast enough swimmer, not even slightly. Black water bubbled around her, and she didn’t have time to wonder where all the ink was coming from. Perhaps it was an octopus trying to help hide her. She didn’t care. Again it struck her, shoving her into the kelp forest and away from the safety of the bells. Away from Byte. Away from anywhere Arges would find her. Panic swirled, making it hard to focus on anything but the terror that ran through her veins and the way her mind screamed to hide. She turned her body in the water, forcing herself to look, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn’t want to see the giant shark, the sharp teeth, or the nightmare that likely waited for her. But when she turned, she saw nothing. Not even the dark shadow before she bumped into something equally hard.

She’d fooled herself into thinking this was an adventure when it was just an elaborate prison. “Sorry to disappoint,” she replied, her tone perhaps a little sullen. “But you picked someone who knows the least about anything. I’m not some high up leader who makes the decisions and knows every secret about Beta. I grew up in the base of the city, with barely enough food and water to survive. And then even less when I was orphaned and sent to live with all the other kids without families. Trust me. If you wanted secrets about Beta? You should have picked someone else. I’m a nobody, Arges. I know nothing useful.” Perhaps her words shocked him. He stared at her with wide eyes, like she’d told him that the humans were planning on setting the entire ocean on fire. But it was the truth.

Her stomach turned as she rounded his side and saw the extent of the damage. First, rage swelled in her chest. She wanted to kick someone. To break something so that she might get a little of this aggression out. And then her heart just hurt. Mira felt like she might burst into tears as she sank down next to him, carefully reaching out with her hand and grabbing his. “I don’t know where I can touch you,” she whispered. “Everything looks like it hurts.” “This doesn’t.” He squeezed her fingers in his and then drew her hand over his chest. She could feel his heart beating, though it was a strange beat compared to her own. “Neither does this. Nothing ever hurts when you touch me.” A ragged sob made its way out of her mouth. “Arges. You look awful.” “I feel awful.” But then he rubbed her hand up and down his chest in a soothing motion, and he sighed. “Less awful now.

Byte sighed, and a few clunks echoed from inside the box before its projector appeared. On the glass of the dome, and emitting out into the water, it showed the blonde woman it had before. "You remember her?" "Alys Fairweather, the woman you served before she disappeared." "This was her home." Mira felt her jaw drop open as the droid said that with such ease. "Excuse me?" "This was her home. It was built for her by her father, after she supposedly disappeared. My programming initiative was to tell everyone that she'd died, but we were not programmed to lie well. So I was sent into the ocean because I couldn't keep the secret about... him." Another click and a new image appeared, floating like he was just outside the window. A green finned undine, just like the legends always said. He wasn't nearly as different as Arges, but perhaps he was from a different clan. He certainly looked like he wasn't a deep sea creature. With tiger stripes of green scales that glimmered on his skin, and gills behind his long pointed ears, some along his ribs as well, he was just as massive as Arges but so much softer looking. This new undine pressed his fingers against the glass, and the love in his eyes hurt to look at. He loved her so much. She could see it in his eyes, in the way that he lingered at the window, draping his tail over it as the image of Alys danced through the room. She reached up for him, wiggling her fingers and laughing at the way he shook his head. They were so in love. So very in love. The images faded, and she found her throat had closed up with emotion. Licking her lips, she asked, "So you wanted me to come here? Why?" "I didn't know you would end up here. In her home. But I saw the way you two looked at each other and I couldn't let you go back home without realizing the truth." "What truth?" she croaked. Byte's projector crunched back into the box. "That it was possible for your two to be together. Because I have seen it happen, and I know that it can work. Alys and her undine were together until she was very old. They lived here, and no one bothered them. He was an outcast to his people but he... he loved her. Very much. And she loved him in return." It was possible. They weren't the first. She

Arges had never seen such a beautiful woman. He’d never known someone to meet him head on, no matter what he did. She did not fear him, and that was intoxicating. Though still glaring at him, she didn’t move as he dragged his free hand down her throat. Tiny bumps rose on her skin. Captivating, although he had a feeling it might be a fear response. Good, she should fear him. But then she tilted her head to the side, baring more of that lovely neck until he reached the prominent muscles of her shoulders. And still, his fingers caught on the blanket and he thought, “I could tear this off her.” He would then finally see what an achromo looked like underneath all those layers that they hid beneath. Even more than that, he could see what she looked like.

There are hot springs that come out of the vents in the sea. Many of the creatures there are startling, but they will leave us alone if I am close to you. You can get warm there, but we cannot take the heat with us.” Her brow furrowed in confusion, but then she smiled at him and he forgot how to breathe. “I trust you, Arges. Wherever you plan to take me, I will go.

He’d lied to Mira. There were no rumors about anyone living there, nor had he been aware of its existence. He’d asked the sea to guide him to where she would be safe, and it had brought him there. Outside of the home, he’d found two skeletons. One that was clearly of her people, the bones of her legs had been eerily interesting. And laid out next to her were the bones of one of his own kind. A massive male, with a tail nearly twice as long as Arges’s, speaking of his age and power. They had been curled up next to each other, almost as though the sea didn’t even dare move their skeletons. Together, even in death.

Water dripping down her nose, she ripped her rebreather off and stared at him. Finally, she couldn’t take it. Because he already had that look in his eyes that meant he was leaving and she... she... “I don’t want you to go.” He froze in front of her before quietly asking, “What did you say?” “I don’t want you to go,” she repeated. “I don’t like being here alone. Without you.” “You have your metal box to speak with.” “It’s not the same.” She swallowed, realizing that one of them would have to be the brave one. She knew he had feelings for her, and she did as well. Even though her mind screamed they couldn’t do this. That no undine and human could ever be together, in any way. She felt like it was important to get the words out. Even if they were hard. Placing her hands over his at her waist, she decided that if one of them had to be brave, it would be her. “I prefer my time with you, Arges. Much more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. I want to know everything about you, even if those discoveries come without words.” Surely, he understood what she was saying. His black eyes searched hers, and then his hands spasmed against her hips. “Kairos, I believe there are perhaps some translation difficulties regarding what you just said.” “There are no translation issues.” She lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulders, toying with the edges of his gills. “I think you should know that I want you. I find you strangely beautiful, and though that has plagued me for quite some time, I feel that now perhaps it is the right time for me to tell you.” “Why now?” he rasped, his voice guttural and deep.

We cannot lose you, Arges.” Mitéra almost seemed... sad as she said it. “I have spoken with the ancients. We all agree the future you have chosen for yourself affects the rest of us too much. You have left us no choice.” He heard it before he realized they were going to attack him. Spinning, he flicked his tail and shot forward, but the net still caught his fluke. Struggling, he had to slice through the cords before another reached around him. Then another. Then there were hands, ripping and tearing and pulling until there were ropes around his neck, around his arms, up and over his tail. All of them binding him to the ground. To anchors he had not seen before. Straining against his chains, he could feel the muscles of his neck bulging as his gills flared to suck in more air. Mitéra floated above him, giving directions to what had once been his pod.

Det dröjer innan jag somnar. Jag ligger alldeles stilla och lyssnar på nattskogsljuden. Jag tänker på ingenting medan den där utanför fönstret ser ner på mig. Den är inte arg. Mest nyfiken. Jag kan känna den. Den undrar vem jag är. Vad jag är. Den tänker inte hacka ut mina ögon.

It's not the size of the book that matters. It's the motion of the thoughts and the feelings provoked.

Dreams of titans dropping the sky on the world and breaking it in half haunted me half the night. The other half, I was being chased by three-headed dogs all around the Arges, and I’d always end up falling. Each time I did, one head would bite the side of my neck, take a good chunk out of me, before letting go.

The Arges has a way of swallowing mortals all the time. We rarely even find the bodies,” he whispered, and it was all I could do not to turn and push him off me. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you. The walls have ears here.” I turned my head to the side. “Good thing you’re not me then,

I’ll be fine,” said Carl, rolling his eyes. But then, suddenly, his cheeks went green – even greener than they normally were. “Ooo, are you okay, Carl?” Alex asked. “I…” Carl muttered, “I… BLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” Spidroth tried to dodge, but she was too slow… and got hit by a torrent of regurgitated potato. “Stop, you fool, stop!” she shrieked. “Arg, it’s gone in my mouth! It’s gone in my mouth!” “BLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” said Carl. “BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

På legationen har jag fått uppfattningen att man har respekt för svenskarna. Lyckliga svenskar, som inte behöver bocka för någon, bara vara lite försiktiga. Men det tror jag ligger i deras natur. Vi tyskar ser arga ut när vi är arga, svensken ler när han är arg. Det är en avundsvärd egenskap.

Nick to Cyclops: “Are you Bronte?” “Arges. I know, we all look alike.

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Da ble hans øyne åpne , og han forstod. Arg ble han, og han forbød meg å røve reder om våren. Det var stygt når det ikke tjente et vitenskapelig formål og en virkelig interesse. Du har nok ikke den rette ånd, sa han. Og sant var nå det. Men han var et forståelsesfullt menneske selv om han jo ikke hadde arvet noe av nattfolkets blod. Det hadde jeg fra min mors folk. Jeg fikk et nokså ufarlig luftgevær og ble sendt på kråkejakt.