List of Quotes

This is a compilation of well loved, much appreciated quotes I have highlighted from readings over the years. As the saying goes "One man's trash is another man's treasure", so while the quotes may mean squat to some, it means the world to me especially so when read in context of the story.

The quotes are listed in order of authors alphabetically, with said quote followed by book title and its author.

A handful of them are listed without source as I have somehow lost track of their origins along the way. Though some do ring a bell, I am not totally sure. And until I have total recall, I will leave them as it is because no source is better than incorrect source.


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Authors A       Authors B
Authors C       Authors D

Authors E       Authors F
Authors G       Authors H

Authors I       Authors J
Authors K       Authors L

Authors M       Authors N
Authors O       Authors P

Authors Q       Authors R
Authors S       Authors T

Authors U       Authors V
Authors W       Authors X

Authors Y       Authors Z


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Authors A
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My elation blew away on a cold wind, the heat of the summer day gone.

~ Existence
Abbi Glines


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I love you but I am not in love with you and I never will be again.
I need to pack and I need to move on with my life.”

~ Never Too Far
Abbi Glines


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Yeah, I can read minds, but so what? I’ve read your mind and you’re still you and your secrets are still secret. I don’t know what’s going on, but whatever it is doesn’t change crap.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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I am a telepath. The Guild has jurisdiction over me, over some things, and neither you nor me nor anybody else can change that without an act of Congress.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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The dream wasn’t a dream; it smelled of truth before it began, truth of what could be, or would be, a vision of the future from the stupid stubborn precognition.

~ Sharp
Alex Hughes


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The rules of three. A bad attitude can kill you in three seconds; asphyxiation can kill you in three minutes; exposure in three hours; dehydration in three days; and starvation in three weeks—or is it three months?

~ The Last One
Alexandra Oliva


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This land was in my bones.
No matter what the crisis, I was part of this place, tasting it, living it, feeling it.

~ Nightwalker
Allyson James


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Mountains have the power to call us into their realms and there, left forever, are our friends whose great souls were longing for the heights. Do not forget the mountaineers who have not returned from the summits.

~ The Climb
Anatoli Boukreev


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Dead man’s hands slid down my spine, icy cold and full of whispers of darkness to come.

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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‘This too shall pass.’

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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The eyes were the windows to the soul.

~ Shady Lady
Ann Aguirre


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Crystal! The worst addiction in the galaxy: difficult to live with and impossible to live without.

~ Crystal Line
Anne McCaffrey



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Authors B
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All winter I had felt like a steersman in a fog, tideswept to nowhere, windblown to no harbor, lost, but now it was as though the fog lifted. The Fates had shown me the landmark I had sought, and if it was not the landmark I had wished for, it still gave my ship direction.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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The three spinners make our threads. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, we say, and it is true. Fate is inexorable.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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Wyrd bið ful ãræd, it says. Fate is inexorable. And wyn eal gedreas. All the joy has died.

~ The Burning Land
Bernard Cornwell


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Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Fate decrees what we do. We cannot escape fate. Wyrd bið ful āræd. We have no choices in life, how can we? Because from the moment we are born the three sisters know where our thread will go and what patterns it will weave and how it will end. Wyrd bið ful āræd.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Fear hovers in the air like a cloud and we talk of nothing to pretend that the cloud is not there.

~ Sword Song
Bernard Cornwell


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Wyrd bi ful aræd, we say, and it is true. Fate is inexorable.

~ The Lords of the North
Bernard Cornwell


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At the roots of Yggdrasil, the tree of life, there are three spinners, three women who make our fate. We might believe we make choices, but in truth our lives are in the spinners’ fingers. They make our lives, and destiny is everything.

~ The Pale Horseman
Bernard Cornwell


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I found another uncle, this one called Ealdorman Æthelred, son of Æthelred, brother of Æthelwulf, father of Æthelred, and brother to another Æthelred who had been the father of Ælswith who was married to Alfred, and Ealdorman Æthelred, with his confusing family, grudgingly acknowledged me as a nephew.

~ The Last Kingdom
Bernard Cornwell


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I learned that life is so, so fragile.
I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you.
I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time.
I learned that if someone loves you, he’ll wait for you to love him back.
I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t fair, that my parents can’t save me, that maybe no one can.

~ Shades of Earth
Beth Revis



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Authors C
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Grief has its fingers about my throat and I can barely breathe.

~ The Mermaid’s Sister
Carrie Anne Noble


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All of our lives are just a series of events carefully orchestrated to culminate in whatever death fate has planned for us. Every moment. Every act. Every loving whisper and hateful gesture - all just another tiny cog in the clockwork ready to ring the alarm for our ultimate hour.

~ Blackbirds
Chuck Wendig


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My eyes begin to shut heavily -- once, twice, then a third time.
I open them one last time as I try to search for light, but I know I'll never find it,
because there is no light in darkness.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras


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No matter what you go through in life, don’t be afraid to love.
Loving is the only thing that keeps us sane.
If it weren’t for love, the suffering we experience wouldn’t be worth it.
If it weren’t for the suffering, we wouldn’t cherish the good things life gives us.
Sometimes it’ll seem as though life only knocks you down, but you have to learn to pick yourself up and fight back.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras


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In the end, he hurt me more than I hurt him.
I broke his heart, but he tore mine into a million pieces.
Even if I wanted to piece it back together, I would never find them all because he would always be holding some.

~ There is No Light in Datkness
Claire Contreras



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Authors D
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The departed exist on one plane, and the human race exists on another, and somehow - whether by freak accident, divine intervention, or psychological disorder - I exist on both.

~ First Grave On the Right
Darynda Jones


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The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases.

~ The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Douglas Adams



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Authors E
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There are more tales to be told, more spells to be woven, more adventures to be had.
But all stories must “begin at the beginning” and so it is with this one.
So please, let me tell you a story…

~ War Prize
Elizabeth Vaughan


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You ever been on the freeway, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic? And when you finally get to the head of the line, you realise the backup is because of an accident? Maybe not a bad one -- maybe just a fender bender that's already been moved to the side of the road. And all the traffic -- all that wasted time -- is because every driver who passes the scene has to slow down and take a look.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? And you swear that when you pass by, you're not going to look -- Just on principle alone. But when you get there, and you're driving past the dented doors and flashing lights and smashed bumpers, what do you do?

You slow down and look. You didn't want to, but you can't help it. It's morbid. Absurd. But that's human nature for you.

~ Tangled
Emma Chase


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Wounds heal, right?
Memories wash thin.
Broken hearts mend.
That’s how it’s supposed to be. How we survive.

~ Dragonfly
Erica Hayes



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Authors F
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Authors G
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A man of the Night's Watch lives his life for the realm.
Not for a king, nor a lord, nor the honor of this house or that house,
neither for gold nor glory nor a woman's love, but for the realm, and all the people in it.
A man of the Night's Watch takes no wife and fathers no sons.
Our wife is duty.
Our mistress is honor.
And you are the only sons we shall ever know.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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Stone was a bastard's name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each of the Seven Kingdoms, custom had fashioned a surname for children born with no names of their own.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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Winter is coming, and when the Long Night falls, only the Night's Watch will stand between the realm and the darkness that sweeps from the north.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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When I was a boy, it was said that a long summer always meant a long winter to come.
This summer has lasted nine years, Tyrion, and a tenth will soon be upon us.
Think on that.

~ A Game of Thrones
George R. R. Martin


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Louvaen Duenda had an answer for most things and an argument for everything else.
She didn’t debate; she went to war.

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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“My father’s eyes were also black.” Her full lower lip flattened, and her throat worked to hold back laughter. “Does the penchant for being hit in the face run in the family? What an odd trait to pass on to your descendents.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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She’s always been a scold in the morning.”
He huffed and raised his tankard in mock toast to Louvaen.
“You must live a life of eternal morning.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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“It isn’t meant to be unless Gavin has seduced you, and you’re lying to me. Then it isn’t an insult, only an insightful question.” Her scowl was fierce. “It best never be an insightful question while you remain unmarried.”

~ Entreat Me
Grace Draven


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‘Gene is extremely dangerous and should be avoided socially.’
‘He didn’t seem dangerous to me. He seemed very nice.’ Inge was smiling.
‘That’s why he’s dangerous. If he seemed dangerous, he would be less dangerous.’

~ The Rosie Effect
Graeme Simsion


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I was able to reassure my mother that Rosie and I were fine, work was also fine and any thanks for my uncle’s improved prognosis should be directed to medical science rather than a deity who had presumably allowed my uncle to develop cancer.

~ The Rosie Effect
Graeme Simsion



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Authors H
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Every time was the last time. Every time was the first time.

~ A Hopeless Romantic
Harriet Evans


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The ability to keep your mouth shut is usually a sign of intelligence. Introspection requires you to think and analyze. It’s hard to do that when you are blabbing away.

~ Counting by 7s
Holly Goldberg Sloan



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Authors I
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The heavens opened, and the realization fell out and hit me on the head.

~ Burn for Me
Ilona Andrews


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A minute passed. Another. Time slowed to a crawl.
Funny how long a minute can last.
If you're reading a good book, it flies by.
If you're holding your breath, it moves slower than a snail.

~ Clean Sweep
Ilona Andrews


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“We just met and she knows me so well.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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We stopped at the same rack. Two nearly identical swords waited before us, each thirty-two inches long.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“I didn’t think I had a fighting style,” Hugh said. “If it comes within range, I can kill it, but I thought what I did was a hodgepodge of techniques that worked. It’s not something one ponders: what is my special brand of violence? And then I saw you. Admit it, you felt it.”

I did. I’d never before seen anyone who fought like me. We had been completely in sync, so perfectly that the memory of it was disturbing. He looked at me. “I want to experience it again. Spar with me.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“There are thousands of shapeshifters. Kill a hundred and there are always more. But there hasn’t been another one like you for five thousand years. I would slaughter everyone in that room below for a shot at a single conversation with you.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“Look at them. They think this gathering is about them, their petty territorial clashes, their problems, their lusts, wants, and needs. They gorge themselves, squabble, and flash their fangs, and all the while they have no idea that it is all about you.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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I backed away until my spine touched Hugh’s.

I had no idea how, but I had known with one hundred percent certainty that his back would be there to brace me.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“So,” Hugh said. “You never told me. Did you like the flowers I sent?”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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“You’ll try, and I will enjoy that, too. I meant what I said, Kate. You make me feel that interesting something. That’s rare for me. And I like having you around. You’re funny.”

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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Hugh opened his mouth. “Uncle.” It wasn’t a surrender. It was a dare.

A year ago I might’ve mistaken it for something else or convinced myself I was reading too much into it, but a year of being in love and being wanted gave me enough of a basis to identify that look.

Hugh was turned on. It wasn’t an act. This was real.
Damn it all to hell. Do not react.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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If you ever disappeared, I would leave the Pack and I would look for you until I found you. However long it took.”

I knew he wasn’t lying.

~ Magic Rises
Ilona Andrews


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"Curran never does anything without a reason,"

~ Magic Bites
Ilona Andrews



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Authors J
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Morellis house was a destination for him. Ranger's apartment felt like part of his journey.

~ Lean Mean Thirteen
Janet Evanovich


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'I'm dessert,' he said.

'Something that gives me pleasure, but isn't especially good for me?'

'Something that could never be the base of your food pyramid.'

See, here's where I was in trouble. Dessert was the base of my food pyramid!

~ Twelve Sharp
Janet Evanovich


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'Can I buy you dinner and a movie and a room at Hotel Morelli?'

~ Twelve Sharp
Janet Evanovich


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The main difference between Morelli and Ranger was that when Morelli got mad he got loud. And when Ranger got mad he got quiet. They were both equally scary.

~ Eleven on Top
Janet Evanovich


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I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. "Hey, cupcake." That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. "Yo." Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox. The third was a hang-up.

~ To the Nines
Janet Evanovich


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"She used to be so smart," Grandma said. "And then she moved to California. Think all that California sun dried her brain up like a raisin..

~ Hard Eight
Janet Evanovich


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"Sure. No talking. My lips are sealed. Look at me, I'm locking my lips and throwing the key away."

~ Hard Eight
Janet Evanovich


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And then what would I tell Joe?
We sort of had an agreement.
Except neither of us knew exactly what the agreement meant.
In fact, now that I thought about it, maybe we didn't have an agreement at all.
Actually, it was more like we were in agreement negotiations.

~ High Five
Janet Evanovich


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Two hours later, Tank was comfortably slouched in his chair, arms crossed, eyes slitted but vigilant, watching the door.
His metabolism had dropped to reptilian.
No rise and fall of his chest.
No shifting of position—250 pounds of security in suspended animation.

~ High Five
Janet Evanovich


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Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section.
Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The burg has funeral parlors.
If people stopped dying, the social life of the burg would come to a grinding halt.

~ Two for the Dough
Janet Evanovich


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Food is important in the burg. The moon revolves around the earth, the earth revolves around the sun, and the burg revolves around pot roast.
For as long as I can remember, my parents' lives have been controlled by five-pound pieces of rolled rump, done to perfection at six o'clock.

~ One for the Money
Janet Evanovich


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According to convention, the name of a holy woman has to be comprised of two syllables, each formed by a three-stroke hieratic character. That number in our names—six—reminds us we are deficient on two counts, not worthy even in our written names to approach the sacred number 8. Firstly, we're deficient because we are human and not dragon. Secondly, we are female.

~ Touched by Venom
Janine Cross


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Tradition is not something to be followed without question, Zarq. It's rarely as pure and correct as it's made out to be. All tradition means is that something has become accepted over time. That's all. It's good to question such things.

~ Touched by Venom
Janine Cross


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Why would a dead girl lie? Answer: Because she can’t stand up.

~ Thirteen Reasons Why
Jay Asher


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Straw soldiers who, under her guidance, could be spun into threads of pure gold for the tapestry she needed to weave.

~ Hellfire
Jean Johnson


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Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.

~ Storm Front
Jim Butcher


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I looked at the trees.
Saw them, not just in the first green coat of spring, but in the full bloom of summer, the splendor of the fall, and the barren desolation of winter, all at the same time.

~ Storm Front
Jim Butcher


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If you're reading this book, you've probably already guessed that Mr. Velcoff represented me on this project as well, which also went for a significant advance. You can hunt around for the exact dollar amount on the Internet if you're curious.

But let me remind you that it really doesn't matter. I would have written this book for nothing, for it was a story I simply had to tell.

~ Color of Heaven
Julianne MacLean



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Authors K
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I felt numb, as if my nerve endings had been scattered into the wind like a dandelion, leaving a bare stem of simple weariness.

~ The House on Tradd Street
Karen White


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On one side of me was Camden McQueen, on the other was Javier Bernal.
One more light than dark, one more dark than light.

~ Bold Tricks
Karina Halle

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If you were to ever leave me, I'd come looking for you, on every street.

~ On Every Street
Karina Halle


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One minute we were a memory in the making, and in the next we were just a memory.

~ Love, in English
Karina Halle


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Love, in English, is love...
Love in Spanish is you.

~ Love, in English
Karina Halle


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The real ghosts are the ones that take up residence in your mind...

~ The Girl in the Photograph
Kate Riordan


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Fragments of memory were flitting through her mind. They came so fast, bats across a darkening sky, that she hadn't yet been able to grasp one and examine it.

~ The Girl in the Photograph
Kate Riordan


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He’s just everywhere but nowhere at all.

~ Connected
Kim Karr


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"You suspect me?" Flint asked. "We don't have enough information to suspect anyone right now," Nyquist said. Flint smiled coldly. "You mean, you suspect everyone right now." Nyquist nodded. "That's the other way to put it," he said.

~ Paloma
Kristine Kathryn Rusch


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The police didn't like Retrieval Artists, anyway; that Flint — a former detective, considered one of the city's best — had gone to that barely legal world made them angry.

~ Paloma
Kristine Kathryn Rusch



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Authors L
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Never judge a book by its cover.

It seems what people try to represent on the outside very rarely mirrors their inside.

Beautiful people tend to be ugly, ugly people tend to be beautiful, storms tend to brew below a person’s cool, calm exterior, and tremendously happy people tend to be overcompensating for their own grief.

Nothing is ever really what it seems.

~ The Resurrection of Aubrey Miller
L. B. Simmons


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I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard....
But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

~ Burnt Offerings
Laurell K. Hamilton

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The sound of her name penetrated her every cell and seemed to scatter her molecules beyond the boundaries of her own skin. She watched herself from the far corner of the room.

~ Still Alice
Lisa Genova

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I tried to sit and relax, but the latter wasn't happening, so the former was impossible.

~ The Grendel Affair
Lisa Shearin

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Dragons didn’t fool around when it came to protecting things that they acquired—be it gold, gems, or a monster’s body parts.

The Grendel Affair
Lisa Shearin

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“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Those two words said everything, but told me nothing.

~ The Trouble & Demons
Lisa Shearin


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I answered by not answering.

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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“You’re avoiding my question.” “You’re ignoring my avoiding.”

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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My headache had officially arrived and was setting up house between my eyes.

~ Armed and Magical
Lisa Shearin


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So close, yet so far.

~ Magic Lost, Trouble Found
Lisa Shearin


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Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
City after city, as the earth turns and rolls around the sun, we lie down and close our eyes.
We try out this thing, death, for a eight-hour stretch.

~ How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Lydia Netzer



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Authors M
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Blue eyes stared at me for a long minute, something unreadable swimming in their depths.

~ Shadow Kin
M. J. Scott


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One corner of his mouth lifted and a dimple cracked to life in his cheek.

~ Shadow Kin
M. J. Scott


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It is important to educate people that AD is not a loss of self. It is a gradual change in self that eventually affects the physical and cognitive abilities but retains the inner emotional connection.

~ A Look Inside Alzheimer's
Marjorie N. Allen, Susan Dublin and Patricia J. Kimmerly


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At present, it's a matter of accepting the inevitable and finding the routine that will allow appreciation of what life offers.

~ A Look Inside Alzheimer's
Marjorie N. Allen, Susan Dublin and Patricia J. Kimmerly


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Life is not about how many breaths you take, but about how many moments take your breath away.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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Ask the right questions, get the right facts, and decide, along with your team of medical advisors, how to keep yourself healthy.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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You can visit doctors for medical advice, but it takes a real survivor to provide the life essentials for getting you through a breast cancer diagnosis, or any cancer diagnosis.

~ Getting Things Off My Chest: A Survivor’s Guide to Staying Fearless and Fabulous in the Face of Breast Cancer
Melanie Young


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Love is infinite.
There is no beginning and no end.
There is no starting point and no finishing line.
Love just is.
Love is born, grows, matures, and sometimes it dies.
But the memory will remain with you for the rest of your breathing hours.
You fall in love, you fall out of love.
But you will love again.
You always do.

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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He was the fire that burned my marriage down to ashes, but in those ashes, hope was reborn.
He healed me. Arsen.

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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They say being in love and loving someone are two different things.
Falling in love with someone is easy.
It's loving when the newness has worn off, when life gets tough, when things get in the way, when physical passion is gone, that true love remains. When love conquers it all.
When you fall out of love, it doesn't mean that you stop loving someone. They just don't make your heart beat faster.
You don't crave them until you don't know where they end and begin.
I don't know that I ever fall out of love with Ben, But I do know that I fell in love with Arsen along the way...

~Arsen
Mia Asher


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I was glad he didn't try to come up with something encouraging to say.
Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

~ Archer's Voice
Mia Sheridan



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Authors N
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Nothing ever seems interesting when it belongs to you - only when it doesn't.

~ Tuck Everlasting
Natalie Babbitt



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Authors O
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Authors P
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Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.

~ Golden Son
Pierce Brown










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Authors Q
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Authors R
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Arguing with Hyrek was like arguing with a dead apple tree—fruitless.

~ Fortune's Pawn
Rachel Bach


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Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?

~ Walking on Water
Richard Paul Evans


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Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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...one's body being nothing more than thought itself...

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Richard Bach


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For though it appears empty, to me it contains all that Christmas is made of, the root of all wonder in a child's eyes, and the source of the magic of Christmases for centuries to come.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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They say that time heals all wounds. But even as wounds heal they leave scars, token reminders of the pain.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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The human life cycle no less than evolves around the box; from the open-topped box called a bassinet, to the pine box we call a coffin, the box is our past and, just as assuredly, our future.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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Whatever the truth about the origin of the box's magic, it is the emptiness of the box that I will treasure most, and the memory of the Christmas season when the Christmas Box found me.

~ The Christmas Box
Richard Paul Evans


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Our thoughts are not arrows haphazardly shot out into the cosmos. They are boomerangs.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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The most important story we will ever write in life is our own - not with ink, but with our daily choices.

~ The Gift
Richard Paul Evans


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It's good to take counsel from the past but not to be ruled by it. Otherwise we end up using today to fight yesterday's battles and miss tomorrow's promise.

~ Walking on Water
Richard Paul Evans


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Life is not a sprint.
It was never meant to be.
It is just one step of faith after another.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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Sometimes we can only find ourselves by first losing ourselves.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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The gifts of the Spirit are the fruit of the tree of faith.
The gift of tongues, healings and miracles are the blessings of faith.
We live in an age of unbelief, but I promise you, miracles still abound.

~ A Step of Faith
Richard Paul Evans


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Once you have opened the book to another's life, the cover never looks the same.

~ The Road to Grace
Richard Paul Evans


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I was lonely but not alone - my companions were despair, loneliness, and fear. And they were a talkative bunch.

~ Miles to Go
Richard Paul Evans


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Unsettled Seattler unsettles the settled.

~ The Walk
Richard Paul Evans


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Most people are trapped in their towns, or their jobs, or their way of life.
We go through life in our little boxes until we find ourselves in the
last one, buried in the ground.”

~ Alone
Robert J. Crane


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The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't now, then where did it go?

~ A Tale For the Time Being
Ruth Ozeki



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Authors S
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He knocks back the last of the bourbon.
The sound the empty glass makes when he sets it down on the table has a ring of finality to it — a decision’s been made.

~ Cursed
S. J. Harper


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He continues dipping onion rings in ketchup as if that stalling tactic is going to work.
Persistence is my middle name.
I fix him with a laser beam stare.

~ Cursed
S. J. Harper


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And that’s one of the reasons why I’m taking a chance on him.
He doesn’t put me inside a padded box to protect me.
He gives me my freedom.
He lets me be me.

~ The Shattered Dark
Sandy Williams


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There was no going back after that. There was nothing to do but let those words sweep them through the years and land them solidly back in the present, older, wiser, different.

~ Lost Lake
Sarah Addison Allen


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Shopping anywhere is great—but the advantages of doing it abroad are:

1. You can buy things you can't get in Britain.

2. You can name-drop when you get back home.

3. Foreign money doesn't count, so you can spend as much as you like.

~ Shopaholic Abroad / Shopaholic Takes Manhattan
Sophie Kinsella


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You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

~ A is for Alibi
Sue Grafton


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Time had shredded the facts like a big machine, leaving only slender paper threads with which to reconstruct reality.

~ A is for Alibi
Sue Grafton


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Understanding dawned on his face, followed by surprise and a chaser of amusement.

~ Elysian Fields
Suzanne Johnson


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I was frozen between my desire to escape today’s hard truths and a hunger to take the comfort he offered.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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Body of an Adonis, brain of an anchovy.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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He might be delighted to see me again, but I was two steps shy of panicked.

~ Royal Street
Suzanne Johnson


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I swear in that moment I watched the light dim in her eyes, like the last flicker of a torch with an exhausted battery.

~ Killer Instinct
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Nothing ever looked or felt the same. It was an appointment with disappointment.

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Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.

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People only live as long as someone remembers them,

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They say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don’t deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories.

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Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other.
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her life, and Your life together.

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Two is a coincidence. Three is a pattern.

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Once is chance, twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.

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My heart stalled, my breath catching. Falin.

As if trying to make up for that lost beat, my pulse sped up, my heart fluttering in an attempt to escape my chest.

~ Alex Craft series
Kalayna Price


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I remembered something he said, years ago. “Sometimes when you met someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition”. He’d kissed me then and whispered: “Click”.

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His hands jerked. I’d struck a nerve.
Good.
My own nerves were well frayed. I wanted to share the wealth.

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His ghost of a smile flickered over his lips.

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Some people awoke to escape their nightmares.
I awoke into one.

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The game was set and the pieces were moving, and there was nothing to do now but see how it finished out. I had my own moves to make.

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His features were elegant without appearing weak, beautiful without sacrificing one bit of masculinity.

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The vague feeling of unease matured into full-blown dread in her chest.

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Fear sank through me like an anchor to the seafloor, pinning me to the spot where I stood.

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Marc’s world was defined by bold streaks of black and white, and mine was consumed by shades of gray. He saw good and bad, but all too often, I saw only the lesser of two evils.

~ Shifters series
Rachel Vincent


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That horrible feeling of dread still clung to the recesses of my mind like sticky cobwebs.

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A sudden awareness sent chills up my spine, and neither it nor the goose bumps sprouting on my flesh were due to the mid-November cold.

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His disbelief sent a fresh surge of irritation through me.

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Each new line that appeared around his eyes and each gray hair that grew at his temple reminded me that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us to the devastation of time, the wear and tear of constant use.

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Fresh irritation swelled in my chest like heartburn, bringing with it the first twinges of a migraine behind my right eye.

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Now the only part of my “name” remaining was a familiar note in the hollow echo of his laughter.

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Disappointment drained from his features with alarming speed, replaced with anger, very very familiar anger.

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You can’t expect us to remain the same anymore than you can expect time to stand still. You either adjust to the changes and move along with the times, or you get left behind. So which is it going to be? Are you going to let us evolve, or are you going to leave us behind?

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He turned from the window to look at me, a ghost of a smile haunting the corners of his mouth.

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My chin dropped into the cradle of my cleavage.
Seriously, I nearly dislocated my jaw.

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My father’s face was expressionless, his mouth a firm, straight line. But his eyes reflected the ghosts of more painful memories than I could possibly guess at.

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I finally just turned the set off and went to bed for a restless sleep, disturbed by dreams bordering on nightmares.

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Under a crisp blue June sky, it was just a melancholy, depressing place. But when day turned to night, melancholy turned to menace. Shadows lengthened and the gray deepened, hiding anger and calling fear. And two young men called it home.

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Time stopped.
The floor dropped down from under my feet and I floated, disconnected, seeing only him.

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The rock in my chest cracked into sharp pieces. Thinking about letting him go hurt. But then he wasn’t mine to let go in the first place.

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A tiny sound popped in my ears, and I had the absurb idea that it was my heart forming hairline cracks.

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My stomach sank. All traces of fatigue fled, burned in a flood of adrenaline.

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I’d believed him. He was supposed to be different, to be more.
He’d made me hope for things I didn’t think I’d ever get.
When hope broke, it hurt.
Mine was a very big, very desperate hope, and it hurt like a sonovabitch.

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I holed up in my office as much as I could, seeking solitude and my own dark thoughts.

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Yes, my life was a never-ending spiral, doomed to repeat the same patterns of annoying immortal threats – and miserable romantic situations.

~ Succubus Shadows
Richelle Mead


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Allowing myself to drink in the beauty of the surroundings.

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Drowning in a sea of confusion and fear.

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And then, thankfully, he was gone, leaving the scent of CK1 and laundry starch in his wake.

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The thought sent a shiver up my spine, and I shook it away.

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A morsel of advice.
Advice I was getting great huge gobs of of late.

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Her frown disappeared as her brows shot upward in a look of horror.

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The next thought, riding a sea of embarrassment, washed over me with the speed of a tidal wave.

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I jerked away from Roman, breaking his hold on me. His expression registered surprise, immediately replaced by sudden understanding. Those beautiful eyes sparkling dangerously, he laughed. “Took you long enough.”

~ Succubus Blues
Richelle Mead

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