Thread: Skulduggery Pleasant
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Eröffnet am: 24.02.2011 21:48 Letzte Reaktion: 23.10.2011 02:37 Beiträge: 14 Status: Offen |
Unterforen: - Literatur - Skulduggery Pleasant |
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| Lissekatze | Skulduggery Pleasant | 24.02.2011, 21:48 | |||
| akabeko | Skulduggery Pleasant | 07.03.2011, 17:13 | |||
| Sarah_von_Krolock | Skulduggery Pleasant | 08.03.2011, 21:29 | |||
| AntiClimactic | Skulduggery Pleasant | 25.03.2011, 13:24 | |||
| -MonkeyShibata- | Skulduggery Pleasant | 22.05.2011, 14:48 | |||
| subhuman | Skulduggery Pleasant | 28.05.2011, 21:08 | |||
| SchwarzeTaube | Skulduggery Pleasant | 06.06.2011, 08:03 | |||
| Aurel | Skulduggery Pleasant | 06.06.2011, 19:56 | |||
| SchwarzeTaube | Skulduggery Pleasant | 07.06.2011, 07:52 | |||
| Starscourge | Skulduggery Pleasant | 17.10.2011, 00:48 | |||
| Turnaris | Skulduggery Pleasant | 17.10.2011, 15:20 | |||
| Starscourge | Skulduggery Pleasant | 18.10.2011, 12:01 | |||
| Turnaris | Skulduggery Pleasant | 18.10.2011, 15:39 | |||
| AntiClimactic | Skulduggery Pleasant | 23.10.2011, 02:37 | |||
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away. ...but if the Doctor is cute, bugger the fruit! |
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Ich bin von Menschen verfolgt. - Der Tod, "Die Bücherdiebin"-Markus Zusak |
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Pick up a row, we're the Supermonstars. We chant the Anthem of the Phantoms. Deal out the blows like a Supermonstar. We are humble to none. (Lordi) |
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"Russian roulette is not the same without a gun." ( ~ Pokerface. ) |
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When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True Story. |
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Don't dream it - be it. |
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When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True Story. |
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Don't dream it - be it. |
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The night has a thousand eyes and the day but one. Yet the light of a bright day dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes and the heart but one. Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done. (F.W. Bourdillon) |