It would have been hard for Fat Charlie to say exactly when the accumulation of birds on the wire mesh moved from interesting to terrifying. It was somewhere in the first hundred or so, anyway. And it was in the way they didn't coo, or caw, or trill, or song. They simply landed on the wire, and they watched him.
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What need," Dunstan wondered, "could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?
Neil GaimanStories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.
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He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
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Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
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Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??
Neil GaimanYou're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?'
'REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.
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Beware of Doors.
Neil GaimanI believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
Neil GaimanSometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
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