“The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close. And she held her sword, and she smiled like a knife.”
TERRY PRATCHETT
Friday, October 05, 2012
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Ah, my least favourite women, the fully clothed ones!
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