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#1. Please. Don't try and play games with me. It's belittling. I'm not stupid - I can spot a wolf in sheep's clothing when I see one - and your claws are showing. -Enoch Michelson

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#2. I am the Penitent God. And tonight, I have begun my battle. My siege. The hundred-thousand Ink-borne arrows, flying forth from my flaming pen, to assault the walls of tyrannical Cold that hold this man in awful rapture. My campaign for my friend's very soul. My war of Ice, Ink, and Ember.

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#3. I clench my teeth and push forward. My pen grinds out the first and eldest word: an Ink-borne lance of black fire, scratched into a sheet of ice.
-The Penitent God

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#4. Well, then. I guess I'll make my way over towards Redborough and the houses of ill repute." Rachel grinned impishly.
Notak did not take his eyes off the street, but a grin found his face. "The brothels? If you are looking for new employment, then you definitely should not have dressed like that.

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#5. I see you are still unnerved by my presence," the Curator noted. He was still smiling. "My apologies.

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#6. I do not believe that the Duke will find those terms acceptable. Might I convince you to reconsider - "
"Dear God, go faul yourself, you self-important gecko!

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#7. This is not my story.
-The Penitent God

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#8. Look, you don't have to believe me," Nelle told him. "Hell, you can even try and resist fate if you want. But God has a plan for you, Racath Thanjel. Fate has a plan for you. Sooner or later your own choices will bring you into that plan.

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#9. And through it all was the pervasive sound of money. Money lost. Money found. Spent. Earned. Exchanged. Gambled. Wasted. Tainted lucre, wealth corrupted by those who found success on the suffering of others.

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#10. Thinking," Vrag interrupted. "Is not your prerogative, dog. That is my calling. You go where I tell you to go, you take what I tell you to take, and you kill what I tell you to kill - do I make myself plain?

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#11. This," Racath shouted to them. "Is freedom! Feel it, let it carry you!

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#12. Racath admired them - well, most of them. Not the deacon. People like the deacon had spent their lives down on their knees while others had fought and died defending them from the Demons. Shameless swine.
-The Penitent God

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#13. Do not try and argue the quality of literature to me," Notak said, inflectionless. "You will lose.

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#14. Hmm," Joseph shrugged. "Good point. Who needs a caravan guard when you've got a Genshwin?

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#15. His is the name of fire, the name that rides the whisper of the candlelight. His name was ... is ... Racath Thanjel. And this is his story.
-The Penitent God

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#16. Rachel scowled. "You've known Mrak longer than anyone alive. You know what I know - the things he's done, the things he hides from everyone else."
The Curator's smile did not wane as he shrugged. "Indeed I do. But judge-jury-executioner is not my calling. I'm just the gatekeeper.

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#17. That brought Rachel up short. Getting any sort of response out of Notak was hard enough. She could count one hand the times she had ever seen him actually hurt by something. It was like seeing a mountain cry. Something you really didn't want to see.

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#18. Their lives had no value; killing a Goblin was like killing a rabid dog - everyone was better off for it.

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#19. His stride was long, tall, and proud. He wore a mask of proprietary disinterest, as though everything before his eyes belonged to him and his whimsy. He looked arrogant.
He fit right in.

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#20. I am Notak," he answered in his dry, normal voice. "I kill Demons.

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#21. What is a hero without his name?
-The Penitent God

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