Invıctus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
"At first it meant Allied Mastercomputer, and then it meant Adaptive Manipulator, and later on it developed sentience and linked itself up and they called it an Aggressive Menace, but by then it was too late, and finally it called itself AM, emerging intelligence, and what it meant was I am... cogito ergo sum… I think, therefore I am."
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''Some kind of a blend of menace and confidence. Some arrogance in there, maybe. A suggestion they normally got their own way. But they were far from home.''
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My cheeks hurt from giggling while reading the book! It was so beautiful! Honestly, I was sad that Ari wouldn't be as extreme as Lincoln, but how wrong I was! (Lincoln still takes the lead though) It's a great series for dark romance lovers, and I really loved the author. If I have time tomorrow, I think I will start the third book. And before I forget, I have to mention that while reading the book, Ari and Nikolai in God of fury resembled each other so much that it was a nice coincidence. If they met, they would definitely be a menace to everyone.
The Pucking Wrong Guy
The Pucking Wrong GuyC. R. Jane · Independently published · 20234 okunma
He laughs. “You’re such a menace, I want to gobble you up.” “I’ll give you indigestion, asshole.”
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Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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