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- Evil Bob’s eyelights blazed and he wrenched at the staff.
- He really was a lackey. A real mastermind wannabe would have boned up on the Evil Overlord list. He’d felt so confident in his power (okay, maybe not without reason) that he’d spent a moment talking to me instead of just moving on. Worse, he’d given me a chance to start lipping off to him, and that comes so naturally to me that I don’t really need to consciously consider it anymore, except on special occasions.
- So, what with my brain being unoccupied and all, I’d had the opportunity to realize a fundamental truth about the Nevernever. Here the spiritual becomes the material. Here spiritual power is physical power. Strength of mind and will are as real as muscle and sinew.
- And I was damned if some blurry photocopy of the thoughts and will of some dusty-ass, dead necromancer was going to take me out.
- Ghost Story Chapter 44, Page 461
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