A.F. Stewart Quotes

#1. As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street's surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.

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#2. You'll have to do better than that chaps, if you want to kill me!

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#3. Ashes, ashes." Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered.
"We all fall down.

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#4. She holstered her weapon, raising the hem of her skirts and stepping lightly around the dead bodies.

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#5. I'm Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince ...

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#6. So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.

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#7. I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age.

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#8. I told you. I've been watching." She twirled, her arms outstretched. "Watching, watching, watching.

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#9. Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,
illuminate the shadows in the sky.

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#10. I marched to the head Elf. "Where's the frog?

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#11. The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.

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#12. Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It's been bagged and tagged for analysis.
Great. Now we have another red herring on our hands.

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#13. Follow those rats! They may lead us back to Muggins!

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#14. Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

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#15. She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I'd rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

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