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AVoraciousReader wrote: Another longish job - will do!

A way to speed up the job is to delete the redirect and allow "Wanted pages" to show us where to work; I'm likely going to be doing just that. Lot less hassle.

Quotes

 * I swallowed a mouthful of fear, my eyes on the poisonously lovely faerie standing on the other side of my desk.
 * It made Mab smile.
 * "Yes," she murmured. "Wise enough to be afraid. To understand, at least in part. How does it feel, to know what you know, child?"
 * My voice came out unsteady, and more quiet than I would have liked. "Sort of like Tokyo when Godzilla comes up on the beach."
 * Mab tilted her head, watching me with that same smile. Maybe she didn't get the reference. Or maybe she didn't like being compared to a thirty-story lizard. Or maybe she did like it. I mean, how should I know? I have enough trouble figuring out human women.

"Impudent," she said. "It's sweet on you."
 * "You may serve, wizard, or you may be served. As a meal."
 * "I adore freedom. Anyone who doesn't have it wants it."
 * Spenser never mentions that the Faerie Queen has a great ass.
 * Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips.
 * "Think of every fairy-tale villainess you’ve ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they’ve all been real.


 * Mab gave them lessons.


 * Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she’d set up some sort of certification process, just to make sure they were all up to snuff.


 * “Mortal brute. Whatever your past, whatever your future, know this: I am Mab, and I keep my bargains. Question my given word again, ape, and I will finish freezing the water in your eyes.”
 * “So many scars... Your scars are beautiful things. Within and without.”
 * “So many terrible things are done for love,” Mab’s voice said. “For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.”
 * "The White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists."
 * "I am Mab. The stars will rain from the sky before Mab fulfills not her word."
 * What we did wasn't sex, regardless of what it appeared to be. You can’t have sex with a thunderstorm, an earthquake, a furious winter gale. You can’t make love to a mountain, a lake of ice, a freezing wind.
 * For a few moments, I saw the breadth and depth of Mab’s power—and for a fleeting instant, the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose, as well, as our entwined bodies thrashed toward completion. I was screaming. I had been for a while.


 * Sanya stood looking steadily at me.
 * I coughed. I waited.
 * "So," he said. "Mab."
 * I grunted vaguely in reply.
 * "You hit that,” Sanya said.
 * I did not look at him. My face felt red.
 * "You"—he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory—"tapped that ass. Presumably, it was phat."
 * "Sanya!"
 * He let out a low, rolling laugh and shook his head. “I saw her once. Mab. Beautiful beyond words.”
 * "Yeah," I said.
 * "And dangerous."
 * "Yes, I said, with emphasis.
 * "And you are now her champion," he said.
 * "Everybody's gotta be something, right?"
 * He nodded. "Joking about it. Good. You will need that sense of humor."


 * "Death is a spectrum, not a line."
 * "There's much work to be done."
 * "I was once mortal, you know."

Quotes
Mab: “Yes. Wise enough to be afraid. To understand, at least in part. How does it feel, to know what you know, child?”

Mab: “You may serve, wizard, or you may be served. As a meal.”

Mab: “I adore freedom. Anyone who doesn’t have it wants it.”

Harry: “Spenser never mentions that the Faerie Queen has a great ass.”

Harry: “Think of every fairy-tale villainess you’ve ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they’ve all been real.

“...Mab gave them lessons.”

Mab: “Mortal brute. Whatever your past, whatever your future, know this: I am Mab, and I keep my bargains. Question my given word again, ape, and I will finish freezing the water in your eyes.”

Mab: “So many scars... Your scars are beautiful things. Within and without.”

Mab: “So many terrible things are done for love. For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.”

Mab: “The White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists.”

Mab: “I am Mab. The stars will rain from the sky before Mab fulfills not her word.”

Harry: “What we did wasn't sex, regardless of what it appeared to be. You can’t have sex with a thunderstorm, an earthquake, a furious winter gale. You can’t make love to a mountain, a lake of ice, a freezing wind.”

Harry: “For a few moments, I saw the breadth and depth of Mab’s power—and for a fleeting instant, the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose, as well, as our entwined bodies thrashed toward completion. I was screaming. I had been for a while.”

Mab: “Death is a spectrum, not a line.”

Mab: “There is much work to be done.”

Mab: “I was once mortal, you know.”

Sanya stood looking steadily at me. I coughed. I waited. Sanya: “So, Mab.” Harry: I grunted vaguely in reply. Sanya: “You hit that.” Harry: I did not look at him. My face felt red. Sanya: “You”—he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory—“tapped that ass. Presumably, it was phat.” Harry: “Sanya!” Sanya: “I saw her once. Mab. Beautiful beyond words.” Harry: “Yeah.” Sanya: “And dangerous.” Harry: “Yes” Sanya: “And you are now her champion.” Harry: “Everybody’s gotta be something, right?” Sanya: “Joking about it. Good. You will need that sense of humor.”

=The Code Differences=

== Quotes ==
 * I swallowed a mouthful of fear, my eyes on the poisonously lovely faerie standing on the other side of my desk.
 * It made Mab smile.
 * "Yes," she murmured. "Wise enough to be afraid. To understand, at least in part. How does it feel, to know what you know, child?"
 * My voice came out unsteady, and more quiet than I would have liked. "Sort of like Tokyo when Godzilla comes up on the beach."
 * Mab tilted her head, watching me with that same smile. Maybe she didn't get the reference. Or maybe she didn't like being compared to a thirty-story lizard. Or maybe she did like it. I mean, how should I know? I have enough trouble figuring out human women.

"Impudent," she said. "It's sweet on you."
 * "You may serve, wizard, or you may be served. As a meal."
 * "I adore freedom. Anyone who doesn't have it wants it."
 * Spenser never mentions that the Faerie Queen has a great ass.
 * Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips.
 * "Think of every fairy-tale villainess you’ve ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they’ve all been real.


 * Mab gave them lessons.


 * Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she’d set up some sort of certification process, just to make sure they were all up to snuff.


 * “Mortal brute. Whatever your past, whatever your future, know this: I am Mab, and I keep my bargains. Question my given word again, ape, and I will finish freezing the water in your eyes.”
 * “So many scars... Your scars are beautiful things. Within and without.”
 * “So many terrible things are done for love,” Mab’s voice said. “For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.”
 * "The White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists."
 * "I am Mab. The stars will rain from the sky before Mab fulfills not her word."
 * What we did wasn't sex, regardless of what it appeared to be. You can’t have sex with a thunderstorm, an earthquake, a furious winter gale. You can’t make love to a mountain, a lake of ice, a freezing wind.
 * For a few moments, I saw the breadth and depth of Mab’s power—and for a fleeting instant, the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose, as well, as our entwined bodies thrashed toward completion. I was screaming. I had been for a while.


 * Sanya stood looking steadily at me.
 * I coughed. I waited.
 * "So," he said. "Mab."
 * I grunted vaguely in reply.
 * "You hit that,” Sanya said.
 * I did not look at him. My face felt red.
 * "You"—he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory—"tapped that ass. Presumably, it was phat."
 * "Sanya!"
 * He let out a low, rolling laugh and shook his head. “I saw her once. Mab. Beautiful beyond words.”
 * "Yeah," I said.
 * "And dangerous."
 * "Yes, I said, with emphasis.
 * "And you are now her champion," he said.
 * "Everybody's gotta be something, right?"
 * He nodded. "Joking about it. Good. You will need that sense of humor."


 * "Death is a spectrum, not a line."
 * "There's much work to be done."
 * "I was once mortal, you know."

== Quotes == Mab: “Yes. Wise enough to be afraid. To understand, at least in part. How does it feel, to know what you know, child?”

Mab: “You may serve, wizard, or you may be served. As a meal.”

Mab: “I adore freedom. Anyone who doesn’t have it wants it.”

Harry: “Spenser never mentions that the Faerie Queen has a great ass.”

Harry: “Think of every fairy-tale villainess you’ve ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they’ve all been real.

“...Mab gave them lessons.”

Mab: “Mortal brute. Whatever your past, whatever your future, know this: I am Mab, and I keep my bargains. Question my given word again, ape, and I will finish freezing the water in your eyes.”

Mab: “So many scars... Your scars are beautiful things. Within and without.”

Mab: “So many terrible things are done for love. For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.”

Mab: “The White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists.”

Mab: “I am Mab. The stars will rain from the sky before Mab fulfills not her word.”

Harry: “What we did wasn't sex, regardless of what it appeared to be. You can’t have sex with a thunderstorm, an earthquake, a furious winter gale. You can’t make love to a mountain, a lake of ice, a freezing wind.”

Harry: “For a few moments, I saw the breadth and depth of Mab’s power—and for a fleeting instant, the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose, as well, as our entwined bodies thrashed toward completion. I was screaming. I had been for a while.”

Mab: “Death is a spectrum, not a line.”

Mab: “There is much work to be done.”

Mab: “I was once mortal, you know.”

Sanya stood looking steadily at me. I coughed. I waited. Sanya: “So, Mab.” Harry: I grunted vaguely in reply. Sanya: “You hit that.” Harry: I did not look at him. My face felt red. Sanya: “You”—he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory—“tapped that ass. Presumably, it was phat.” Harry: “Sanya!” Sanya: “I saw her once. Mab. Beautiful beyond words.” Harry: “Yeah.” Sanya: “And dangerous.” Harry: “Yes” Sanya: “And you are now her champion.” Harry: “Everybody’s gotta be something, right?” Sanya: “Joking about it. Good. You will need that sense of humor.”