Franny?” Rosy held up the four little Franks. “Could I keep one of these?” Franny looked at her hard for a moment then nodded. “’Course you can, hen, ” she said, “But that’s not your daddy.” Rosy gaped. “It’s not?”“ That’s my wee darling. That’s my wee Frankie before the devil twisted him into a monster.” She poked her finger into another hole where Frank’s face should have been. Her eyes glinted. R.G. Manse
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
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Caitlyn Siehl
And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.
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Alberto Moravia
People, " Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing...
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Andrzej Sapkowski
It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.
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Voltaire
I am Sunai, ” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.
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Victoria Schwab
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Rosy ferried the drinks back to the table, slid the Guinness his way. “You said you have a show. Is it a comedy?”“ No, but you will laugh, I hope, after hearing my qualifications.” His eyes glittered. “I do magic, with a twist. <span style="margin:15px;...
Rosy’s mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out for Franny’s wet kiss. Rosy wipes the slime from her face and Franny cackles, then shows them both into the lounge. There on Franny’s coffee table is...
Rosy waited as long as she dared then sat forward and let her eye rove Franny’s lounge, up and down the shelves, looking for something, not even sure she could bring herself to act if she saw it again, already convinced this was her worst...
Rosy lifted her arm, tried to say something, then pointed at the cafe, held her head, covered her mouth and–humiliation of humiliations–she began to cry. Right there in the street. “I’m so confused, ” she said but it came out as a great honking wail.“...
Franny?” Rosy held up the four little Franks. “Could I keep one of these?” Franny looked at her hard for a moment then nodded. “’Course you can, hen, ” she said, “But that’s not your daddy.” Rosy gaped. “It’s not?”“ That’s my wee darling. <span...
