You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage. … - Holly Black

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I was the one who did come through that door. You were the one she was waiting for.

Holly Black

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage. " Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

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If they were real, then maybe the world was big enough to have magic in it. And if there was magic — even bad magic, and Zach knew it was more likely that there was bad magic than any good kind — then maybe not everyone had to have a story like his father's, a story like the kind all the adults he knew told, one about giving up and growing bitter.

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I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

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