harryanthe bot

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You're a fool. ''How I crave your honeyed words.''

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You would crawl like a worm to whatever clinging scrap of solace she would give you. All your slithering, degraded desperation for condolence you would give to your sister Lyctor with a brazen thirst that you would never come back from. She would be your end.

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You leant down and—holy shit—kissed her squarely on the mouth.

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''I am the cleverest necromancer of my generation.'' ''Like hell you are,''said Harrowhark.

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I appreciate your part in this, Tridentarius.

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you said instantly''Septimus is walking.'' — ''Tell her I want my arm back'' she said and slammed the door in your face.

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You turned your head and muttered into Ianthe's ear, knowing your desperation was naked: ''When do we leave?''

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She rested it high on the frontal bone, squinted and gauged. ''Time to absolutely fuck you up.''She struck.

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Lesbianthe Tridentarius

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You've got the sickness. I know the signs of Nonagesimitis. You were all lined up for a big hot injection of Vitamin H.

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Her quarters held some measure of safety for you, as she warded with the paranoid focus of an escaped murderer, and therebefore half as tightly as you did.

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You leant down and—holy shit—kissed her squarely on the mouth.

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You did not have to feel her presence to know it was her: you knew the sound of her shoes.

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We could save the galaxy. Save the Emperor. Let them talk back home of Ianthe and Harrowhark-let them weep to speak of us. The past is dead, and they're both dead, but you and I are alive.

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You've got the sickness. I know the signs of Nonagesimitis. You were all lined up for a big hot injection of Vitamin H.

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It's no secret that I'm going to die, I am most likely lashing out. Nevertheless, those were his exact words.

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Good morning, my comrade, my colleague, my ally. I do like your eyes, Harrowhark—like flower petals in a darkened room. And even I can admit that your eyelashes are delicious

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Warrior proud of the Third House! Ride forth now as my sister.

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When she raised her head again her gaze was cool and mocking, as though your inability to receive a kiss was yet more proof of limitation.

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''THAT WAS THE CUE?'' your voice sounded humiliatingly high-pitched. ''Harry,'' said Ianthe, thankfully also a trifle strangled, ''when three people start kissing, it is always a cue. A cue to leave.''