The men in the room suddenly realized that they didn’t want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
And as she held her sword, she smiled like a knife.
From Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (via cryptogirl)

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