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Shut your eyes,” said Miss Tanner.
“Oh no,” said Miranda, “for then I see worse things…
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider)
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Your work - in even the smallest things - it is a mirror of you.
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Tony Johnston (Beast Rider: A Novel)
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the moral seemed to be that one should always have Latin, or at least a good classical poetry quotation, to depend upon in great or desperate moments.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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No more war, no more plague, only the dazed silence that follows the ceasing of the heavy guns; noiseless houses with the shades drawn, empty streets, the dead cold light of tomorrow. Now there would be time for everything.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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She shoved to her feet. “What the hell is that scroll? Some sort of Aegis romance novel? Underworld erotica? Screw you all.
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Larissa Ione (Immortal Rider (Lords of Deliverance, #2))
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Lazarus, come forth. Not unless you bring me my top hat and stick. Stay where you are then, you snob. Not at all. I’m coming forth.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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A horse,” he once said, “is the symbol of the rider’s soul.
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Jay Parini (The Last Station: A Novel of Tolstoy's Last Year)
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Jakatakan. Ancient isle. The mythical island beyond the Riders.’ She addressed the others. ‘But not so mythical, yes?’
‘Until they came,’ breathed Sister Esa.
‘And what name did they come bearing?’ Sister Gosh demanded.
‘The name of the Island of the House of Death,’ said Totsin.
‘Malaz,’ said Carfin, facing outward to the night.
‘They are coming,’ affirmed Sister Gosh.
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Ian C. Esslemont (Stonewielder (Novels of the Malazan Empire, #3))
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È solo una canzone…'
Jess scoppia a ridere mentre torna con gli occhi sul suo strumento.
'Non è mai solo una canzone, Adam.
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A.S. Kelly (I miei tre minuti per te (Tre minuti di me, #3))
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When the raw, harsh liquor had cut the dust from his throat he looked up at a nearby
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Louis L'Amour (Riders of the Tumbling K: Lost Novel - First Book Edition)
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privilege is founded on duty, and if the horse carries the man, the animal is fed before the rider himself doth eat. Thus in certain respects the first comes last, and the greatest king is the loneliest.
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Thomas Berger (Arthur Rex: A Legendary Novel)
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I know Mother and Father were so happy for me today at the church—St Andrew’s Church here in Charlbury. Though why they should be, I don’t understand. I had met Sir Giles Lacey only a few times before today at our wedding. One of those times was at our betrothal. The time before that was when he’d proposed and then when we’d stay at Lacey Hall in the days preceding our marriage. I’d
implored Mother not to allow the wedding to proceed, told her that I loathed the man.
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Ellen Read (The Ghost Rider)
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managed to break my nose on my own knee, which, although it was clearly an extraordinary achievement, had the same effect on me that those geological upheavals had on whole civilizations in Rider Haggard novels—it effectively sealed me off from the outside world forever. Various
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Douglas Adams (The Salmon of Doubt (Dirk Gently, #3))
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Ci mise un po’ a ricopiare. Quando mi restituì il quaderno, disse:
«Sei assai brava, per forza che ti mettono sempre dieci».
Sentii che non c’era ironia, che era un complimento vero. Poi aggiunse con improvvisa durezza:
«Non voglio leggere più niente di quello che scrivi».
«Perché?».
Ci pensò.
«Perché mi fa male» e si colpì il centro della testa con le dita scoppiando a ridere.
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Elena Ferrante (My Brilliant Friend (Neapolitan Novels, #1))
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The last time he saw her before she returned to Mexico she was coming down out of the mountains riding very stately and erect out of a rainsquall building to the north and the dark clouds towering above her. She rode with her hat pulled down in the front and fastened under her chin with a drawtie and as she rode her black hair twisted and blew about her shoulders and the lightning fell silently through the black clouds behind her and she rode all seeming unaware down through the low hills while the first spits of rain blew on the wind and onto the upper pasturelands and past the pale and reedy lakes riding erect and stately until the rain caught her up and shrouded her figure away in that wild summer landscape: real horse, real rider, real land and sky and yet a dream withal.
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Cormac McCarthy (All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide (Novel Units))
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We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full-bearded, with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That he could have gone on after receiving such an injury said much for the vitality and courage of the man. He wore shoes, but no socks, and his open coat disclosed a nightshirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master.
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Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories)
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The incident had occurred and was gone for me: itwasan incident of no moment, no romance, no interest in a sense; yet it marked with change one single hour of a monotonous life. (...) The new face, too, was like a new picture introduced to the gallery of memory; and it was dissimilar to all the others hanging there: firstly, because it was masculine; and, secondly, because it was dark, strong, and stern. I had it still before me when I entered Hay, and slipped the letter into the post-office; I saw it as I walked fast down-hill all the way home. When I came to the stile, I stopped a minute, looked round and listened, with an idea that a horse's hoofs might ring on the causeway again, and that a rider in a cloak, and a Gytrash-like Newfoundland dog, might be again apparent: I saw only the hedge and a pollard willow before me, rising up still and straight to meet the moonbeams; I heard only the faintest waft of wind roaming fitful among the trees round Thornfield, a mile distant; and when I glanced down in the direction of the murmur, my eye, traversing the hall-front, caught a light kindling in a window: it reminded me that I was late, and I hurried on.
I did not like re-entering Thornfield. To pass its threshold was to return to stagnation; (...) to quell wholly the faint excitement wakened by my walk, - to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence; of an existence whose very privileges of security and ease I was becoming incapable of appreciating.
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Charlotte Brontë (25 Favorite Novels)
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As the horse is the brother, so the snake is the sister of Chiwantopel (“my little sister”). Rider and horse form a centaur-like unit,84 like man and his shadow, i.e., the higher and lower man, ego-consciousness and shadow, Gilgamesh and Enkidu. In the same way the feminine belongs to man as his own unconscious femininity, which I have called the anima. She is often found in patients in the form of a snake. Green, the life-colour, suits her very well; it is also the colour of the Creator Spiritus. I have defined the anima as the archetype of life itself.85 Here, because of the snake symbolism, she must also be thought of as having the attribute of “spirit.” This apparent contradiction is due to the fact that the anima personifies the total unconscious so long as she is not differentiated as a figure from the other archetypes. With further differentiations the figure of the (wise) old man becomes detached from the anima and appears as an archetype of the “spirit.” He stands to her in the relationship of a “spiritual” father, like Wotan toThe OHG. Brünhilde or Bythos to Sophia. Classic examples are to be found in the novels of Rider Haggard.
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C.G. Jung (Collected Works of C. G. Jung, Volume 5: Symbols of Transformation (The Collected Works of C. G. Jung))
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Bells Screamed all off key, wrangling together as they collided in midair, horns and whistles mingled shrilly with cries of human distress; sulphur-colored light ex-ploded through the black windowpane and flashed away in darkness. Miranda waking from a dreamless sleep asked without expecting an answer, “What is happening?” for there was a bustle of voices and footsteps in the corridor, and a sharpness in the air; the far clamour went on, a furious exasperated shrieking like a mob in revolt.
The light came on, and Miss Tanner said in a furry voice, “Hear that? They’re celebrating . It’s the Armistice. The war is over, my dear.” Her hands trembled. She rattled a spoon in a cup, stopped to listen, held the cup out to Miranda. From the ward for old bedridden women down the hall floated a ragged chorus of cracked voices singing, “My country, ’tis of thee…”
Sweet land… oh terrible land of this bitter world where the sound of rejoicing was a clamour of pain, where ragged tuneless old women, sitting up waiting for their evening bowl of cocoa, were singing, “Sweet land of Liberty-”
“Oh, say, can you see?” their hopeless voices were asking next, the hammer strokes of metal tongues drowning them out. “The war is over,” said Miss Tanner, her underlap held firmly, her eyes blurred. Miranda said, “Please open the window, please, I smell death in here.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider)
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The Riders Placencia Beach, Belize, 1996 Americans aren’t overly familiar with Tim Winton, although in my mind he is one of the best writers anywhere. This novel is set in Ireland and Greece as a man and his daughter search for their missing wife and mother. Gripping. 2. Family Happiness Miacomet Beach, Nantucket, 2001 The finest of Laurie Colwin’s novels, this is, perhaps, my favorite book in all the world. It tells the story of Polly Demarest, a Manhattan woman who is torn between her very uptown lawyer husband and her very downtown artist lover. 3. Mary and O’Neil Cottesloe Beach, Western Australia, 2009 These connected stories by Justin Cronin will leave you weeping and astonished. 4. Appointment in Samarra Nha Trang Beach, Vietnam, 2010 This classic novel was recommended to me by my local independent bookseller, Dick Burns, once he had found out how much I loved Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates. John O’Hara’s novel has all the requisite elements of a page-turner—drinking, swearing, and country club adultery, although set in 1930s Pennsylvania. This may sound odd, but trust me, it’s un-put-downable! 5. Wife 22 Oppenheimer Beach, St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands, 2012 If you like piña coladas… you will love Melanie Gideon’s tale of marriage lost and rediscovered. 6. The Interestings Steps Beach, Nantucket, 2013 And this summer, on Steps Beach in Nantucket, I will be reading The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. Wolitzer is one of my favorite writers. She explores the battles between the sexes better than anyone around.
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Elin Hilderbrand (Beautiful Day)
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Finding herself on the way to the village center again, she pulled over, intending to negotiate a three-point turn. The cottage was slightly out of the village, so she needed to get back onto the opposite side of the road and go back up the hill. Glancing over Hannah’s instructions again, she swung the car to the right—straight into the path of a motorcyclist.
What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. The rider tried to stop but couldn’t do so in time, although he did manage to avoid hitting her car. As he turned his handlebars hard to the right, his tires lost grip on the wet road and he flew off, sliding some way before coming to a halt.
Layla sat motionless in her car, paralyzed temporarily by the shock. At last she managed to galvanize herself into action and fumbled for the door handle, her shaking hands making it hard to get a grip. When the door finally opened, another dilemma hit. What if she couldn’t stand? Her legs felt like jelly, surely they wouldn’t support her. Forcing herself upward, she was relieved to discover they held firm. Once she was sure they would continue to do so, she bolted over to where the biker lay, placed one hand on his soaking leather-clad shoulder and said, “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not bloody okay!” he replied, a pair of bright blue eyes meeting hers as he lifted his visor. “I’m a bit bruised and battered as it goes.”
Despite his belligerent words, relief flooded through her: he wasn’t dead!
“Oh, I’m so glad,” she said, letting out a huge sigh.
“Glad?” he said, sitting up now and brushing the mud and leaves off his left arm. “Charming.”
“Oh, no, no,” she stuttered, realizing what she’d just said. “I’m not glad that I knocked you over. I’m glad you’re alive.”
“Only just, I think,” he replied, needing a helping hand to stand up.
“Can I give you a lift somewhere, take you to the nearest hospital?”
“The nearest hospital? That would be in Bodmin, I think, about fifteen miles from here. I don’t fancy driving fifteen miles with you behind the wheel.”
Feeling a little indignant now, Layla replied, “I’m actually a very good driver, thank you. You’re the first accident I’ve ever had.”
“Lucky me,” he replied sarcastically.
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Shani Struthers
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A few hundred million years later, some of these eukaryotes developed a novel adaptation: they stayed together after cell division to form multicellular organisms in which every cell had exactly the same genes. These are the three-boat septuplets in my example. Once again, competition is suppressed (because each cell can only reproduce if the organism reproduces, via its sperm or egg cells). A group of cells becomes an individual, able to divide labor among the cells (which specialize into limbs and organs). A powerful new kind of vehicle appears, and in a short span of time the world is covered with plants, animals, and fungi.37 It’s another major transition. Major transitions are rare. The biologists John Maynard Smith and Eörs Szathmáry count just eight clear examples over the last 4 billion years (the last of which is human societies).38 But these transitions are among the most important events in biological history, and they are examples of multilevel selection at work. It’s the same story over and over again: Whenever a way is found to suppress free riding so that individual units can cooperate, work as a team, and divide labor, selection at the lower level becomes less important, selection at the higher level becomes more powerful, and that higher-level selection favors the most cohesive superorganisms.39 (A superorganism is an organism made out of smaller organisms.) As these superorganisms proliferate, they begin to compete with each other, and to evolve for greater success in that competition. This competition among superorganisms is one form of group selection.40 There is variation among the groups, and the fittest groups pass on their traits to future generations of groups. Major transitions may be rare, but when they happen, the Earth often changes.41 Just look at what happened more than 100 million years ago when some wasps developed the trick of dividing labor between a queen (who lays all the eggs) and several kinds of workers who maintain the nest and bring back food to share. This trick was discovered by the early hymenoptera (members of the order that includes wasps, which gave rise to bees and ants) and it was discovered independently several dozen other times (by the ancestors of termites, naked mole rats, and some species of shrimp, aphids, beetles, and spiders).42 In each case, the free rider problem was surmounted and selfish genes began to craft relatively selfless group members who together constituted a supremely selfish group.
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Jonathan Haidt (The Righteous Mind: Why Good People are Divided by Politics and Religion)
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about Strahan?" "Never seen him before ... or since." "Put him on a horse and tie him," McQueen said. "Well give him to Foster.
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Louis L'Amour (Riders of the Tumbling K: Lost Novel - First Book Edition)
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protect her interests. Of late she had refused to admit there might be occasions when fighting could not be avoided. She had yet to learn that in order to have peace both sides must want it
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Louis L'Amour (Riders of the Tumbling K: Lost Novel - First Book Edition)
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Hasn't anyone taken their time to love you in a while?
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Stella Knights (Taken Outback (The Dusty Rider Series #1))
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Technically, Sheena predates even Superman, having first appeared in the primordial dawn of comic books in 1937. But her true origins are older than that. Sheena is often described as the female version of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ 1912 creation, Tarzan. The majority of Burroughs’ popular works revolves around a tension between the savage and the civilized, also seen in Sheena’s adventures. Burroughs’ work, like that of fellow adventure writer H. Rider Haggard, came out of the colonial era, and was written for men and boys who yearned for an escape from stifling modern life, through tales of dangerous worlds and exotic women. The common theme of these stories is that a man from the civilized world finds his way to a fantastic, often barbaric, world of adventure, where he falls in love with an intoxicating savage princess. While most of Burroughs’ heroines, like Dejah Thoris or Dian the Beautiful, were in need of rescuing, Haggard’s 1886 novel She introduced a stronger heroine. The novel’s English protagonist encounters the beautiful queen Ayesha, the ruler of a lost city in Africa. Ayesha is referred to as “she who must be obeyed,” and is a creature that provokes both fear and lust. Ayesha was the ultimate fantasy of civilized man: the beautiful, savage white queen, ruling a kingdom unhindered by the laws of modern morality. This brand of men’s fiction produced the swirling foam of exotic and erotic fantasy from which rose the jungle Venus known as Sheena.
(...)
Now that we have some historical context on these female monarchs, let’s talk about their specific origins. In the 1930s, there were several studios that produced art and stories for the various publishers who were getting into the new field of comic books. One of the most successful and prolific was the Universal Phoenix Studio, operated by two young artists named Will Eisner and Jerry Iger. In 1937, they created a female Tarzan-type character named Sheena for the British tabloid Wags. The strip was credited to the pseudonym W. Morgan Thomas, and the heroine’s name was meant to remind readers of H. Rider Haggard’s She. Demand for new comic book material was growing in the United States, and American pulp magazine publisher Fiction House was looking for material for a new comic book. Sheena made her American debut in 1938’s Jumbo Comics #1, just three months after Superman’s now legendary first appearance. She was the first female adventure character in comic books. This would be just one of her claims to fame.
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Mike Madrid (The Supergirls: Fashion, Feminism, Fantasy, and the History of Comic Book Heroines)
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You wouldn’t happen to know Elvira Cobb, would you? She lives on the east side, somewhere in your area.” Mercedes snorted. “Yes, we…we know Elvira.” “That woman is a royal pain in the rump,” Claryce said. “She’s always trying to bum a free ride on the trolleys.” “Imagine that,” Carlita murmured. “I’m not surprised.” “We had a few words last time she was on my route. She began interrogating a couple of the riders. I warned her to knock it off and she had the nerve to file a complaint against me.
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Hope Callaghan (Made in Savannah Cozy Mystery Novels Box Set (The First 10 Books) (Hope Callaghan Cozy Mystery 10 Book Box Sets))
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Shop, Cooks Cycles, and Easy Riders Bicycle Rentals, who will deliver bikes to your lodging!). The island also has Uber, Lyft, and a host of taxis. My favorite taxi company is Roger’s Taxi, 508-228-5779. Cranberry Transportation provides a proper “car service” and they also give private tours of the island. Where Should I Stay? You just finished a novel called The Hotel Nantucket, so I’m going to start by recommending the inspiration for the main character in the book, which is The Nantucket Hotel and Resort, located at 77 Easton Street.
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Elin Hilderbrand (The Hotel Nantucket)
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character, X Esquire, is a mysterious hero, hunting down and killing the businessmen trying to wipe out Britain by distributing quantities of free poisoned cigarettes. His second novel, The White Rider, was published the following spring, and in one memorable scene shows the hero chasing after his damsel in distress, only for him to overtake the villains, leap into their car…and promptly faint.
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Leslie Charteris (The Saint Goes West)
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and James Bond novels, respectively. He lives with his wife and two sons in London, England. Follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHorowitz.
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Anthony Horowitz (Never Say Die (Alex Rider, #11))
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Was the Black Rider my risk?
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Ryohgo Narita (Durarara!!, Vol. 1 (Durarara!! light novel, #1))
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Rider/Host relationship is not always one-sided. In fact, many benefits are extended to the Host as well. It can survive up to double the life expectancy of a normal human (between 150 and 200 years), depending on a number of
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Pete Kahle (The Specimen: A Novel of Horror (Specimen Saga Book 1))
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all Rider cells have a triple helix and eight nucleobases in their analogue of DNA. Even
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Pete Kahle (The Specimen: A Novel of Horror (Specimen Saga Book 1))
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Rider’s ability to influence people and creatures around them increases as its pheromones become
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Pete Kahle (The Specimen: A Novel of Horror (Specimen Saga Book 1))
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Hughes tightened his legs almost imperceptibly upon the barrel of the roan, and horse and rider jogged downward into Buckhorn Valley. Chapter
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Noel Loomis (The Third Western Novel MEGAPACK®: 4 Great Western Novels!)
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Gentle With Them Thar Spurs'—a sequel to 'Riders of the Purple Sau-Sage.' Spurs was the feminist novel of its day…which was Tuesday." —Bats 2015
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Fred Barnett
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Hutch looked at him
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Louis L'Amour (Riders of the Tumbling K: Lost Novel - First Book Edition)
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All at once, my bitterness... is dying. Dwindling. The flame of anger that's burned since the night I first found out about her unfaithfulness... is starving. And here in the chasm that is my chest, I see my fingers creeping toward a flame, a fire that I've fueled for far too long. I feel the heat, threatening to blister my skin. To sear me. But I can't help but move my hand toward the light as I feel Mom's hot tears on my neck.
And that's when I decide to snuff it out. Welcome the tendril of smoke coiling up from the wick as the funeral pyre of my hate.
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Christopher Hopper (The Sky Riders (an Inventors World Novel))
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I have to be more than a passenger this time, I have to be a rider." - Flying Change
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G.G. Collins (Flying Change)
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The loss, the harshness, the unpredictability of the Australian country. Can I deal with this? Maybe only with Aiden by my side. What would that life be like? The pleasure, the satisfaction, the love.
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Stella Knights (Taken Outback (The Dusty Rider Series #1))
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We can take our time with everything. Do it right, do it slow.
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Stella Knights (Taken Outback (The Dusty Rider Series #1))
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Bare vent. Der dukker en eller anden smuk ainatunari op og tager sig af hende. Som i et menneskeeventyr, hvor den gode prins redder den smukke prinsesse. Han finder hende, forelsker sig i hende og bringer hende sikkert tilbage til hendes far og bror i det skønne kongerige.”
Han sendte Ryna det smil, som han vidste, hun ikke ville kunne modstå, og ganske rigtigt bredte smilet sig nu også over Rynas ansigt. Der var det glimt i Rynas øjne, som Alaric havde savnet hele dagen.
”Hvis jeg kender hende ret, så stikker hun prinsen en lige højre, stjæler hesten og rider selv ud og finder sin bror.
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Louise H.A. Trankjær (Lysets datter (Syvstjernesagaen #1))
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The body is a curious monster, no place to live in, how could anyone feel at home there?
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons and James Joyce’s Dubliners.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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Theft,” based on self-analysis in Salem, published in The Gyroscope.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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walking in silence beside her elders who were no longer Cousin Eva and Father, since they had forgotten her presence, but had become Eva and Harry, who knew each other well, who were comfortable with each other, being contemporaries on equal terms, who occupied by right their place in this world, at the time of life to which they had arrived by paths familiar to them both. They need not play their roles of daughter, of son, to aged persons who did not understand them; nor of father and elderly female cousin to young persons whom they did not understand. They were precisely themselves; their eyes cleared, their voices relaxed into perfect naturalness, they need not weigh their words or calculate the effect of their manner.
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Katherine Anne Porter (Pale Horse, Pale Rider: Three Short Novels)
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The Allan Quatermain Adventures (1885-1927). The Allan Quaterman Adventures were written by H. Rider Haggard and began with King Solomon’s Mines. Haggard (1856-1925) was a prolific, popular, and influential novelist whose works are still read with pleasure today. Although Haggard spun the Allan Quatermain saga out into a total of eighteen novels and story collections, the central two novels in the Allan Quatermain Adventures are King Solomon’s Mines and Allan Quatermain (1887). (Properly speaking She is tied in to the Allan Quatermain Adventures but is the start of a separate series, the Ayesha Adventures).
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Jess Nevins (The Encyclopedia of Fantastic Victoriana)
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Heavy hearts, heavy eyelids," said the master of the caravan.
"Huh?" Heather looked up in dismay, shocked to find she'd nearly been left behind as the caravan prepared to move on. Her last night's sleep had been fitful, full of dreams where Khalid made her suffer for running away. Now she felt drained and groggy, unable to get the images of Khalid spanking her over his knee and then ravishing her out of her tired head.
"Look," the caravan master said. "Riders approaching, a great armed party. No doubt they are searching for escaped slaves."
"No doubt." Heather straightened up wearily in the saddle, determined to outwit Khalid and conceal her true identity as a runaway. The one thing she was sure of was that capture would bring a fate worse than death. Already she could imagine Khalid tying her up, spanking her bottom, making her howl for mercy until she had no pride or will to resist. And then would come the true test of her virtue . . .
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Patricia Grasso (Desert Eden (Devereaux Family #3))
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The rider pees right there on the perch,
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Rosanne Parry (A Horse Named Sky (A Voice of the Wilderness Novel))