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Miss Bennet, I Am Quite Aware Of Your Superior Talent For Cutting Down The Lord's Forsaken Flock. I Merely Mean To Spare Your Gown.' Thank You,' Said Elizabeth, Composing Herself, 'but I Should Rather My Gown Be Soiled Than My Honor.

Hug Your Children...kiss Your Mothers And Fathers, Your Brothers And Sisters. Tell Them How Much You Love Them, Every Day. Because Every Day Is The Last Day. Every Light Casts A Shadow. And Only The Gods Know When The Darkness Will Find Us.

Elizabeth Sheathed Her Sword, Knelt Behind Him, And Strangled Him To Death With His Own Large Bowel.

I Leave You, Hoping That The Lamp Of Liberty Will Burn In Your Bosoms Until There Shall No Longer Be A Doubt That All Mean Are Created Free And Equal.

There Are So Many Stories To Tell In The Worlds Of Science Fiction, The Worlds Of Fantasy And Horror That To Confine Yourself To Even Doing Historical Revisionist Fiction, Whatever You Want To Call It - Mash-ups, Gimmick Lit, Absurdist Fiction - I Don't Know If I Want To Do That Anymore.