The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats," it confided, "tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.
Neil GaimanIt stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.
Neil GaimanYou could fire a machine gun randomly through the pages of Lord of the Rings and never hit any women.
Neil GaimanShe had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.
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