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Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth?
I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.
Magic. For the first time, she heard the word and felt a twist in her stomach, a little thrill. Having that kind of power, that kind of influence... it was a wicked thing.
Yeah, but what we need are some fighters who know how to take down a wolf. I know three.""If you are going to get the Pigs, you'll need backup. They're not to be trifled with.
My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know
The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades
Perhaps being Death's companion would not be the most terrible thing in the world
Thirty-two steps until Haley Tremaine entered hell. Thirty-two steps until she walked into the smell of alcohol and burned microwaveable meals, into a place where fear overwhelmed.
You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.
His hands wrapped around her upper arms, holding her gently. "You are even more beautiful when you dance.
How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “.
Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.
My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac--you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan.
My parents lie somewhere beneath the snow, buried with my mortal life.
Either I'm changing very quickly, and everything is standing still, or I'm the one standing still and everything is changing around me. Either way, I'm out of joint with the world.
You are brave and strong and good, noble and kind. I love you and I think you're...
And, they would still be alive today...If they hadn't died, that is
What you are about to read are based on true events. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry, and it will break your heart. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Like Dinah says, “We can only play the cards we’ve been dealt. It doesn’t do any good to wish about things you can’t change.
Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?
When one finds oneself in the kind of strange, unsettling circumstances as I presently find myself, it is only natural, after all, to have a few, unusual, vivid dreams.
The hours wear on, while the surreal atmosphere of the asylum does not wear off.
Have I..." I venture, terrified of the potential answer. "Have I gone mad?" "No, no, no." She says. "Okay, oui, peut-être, that depends. Maybe you have gone a little mad, and only for a little spell.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it.
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.
Well, can you tell her that?"He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will."Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.
If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.
You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!""So many rules in this century, " Vane muttered.
Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?
The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.
The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.
Someday my prince will come, ” she lamented softly, “too fast.
I… I can’t. I wish I were a little bolder.”“What for?” the Hatter asked. “Being a small rock wouldn’t be much fun.
Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.
