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Dragos never lifted his head from his task. He said in a quiet voice, "Tell me you're in control, and I will believe you..." Straightening his shoulders, Liam replied steadily, "I'm in control.
Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.
J. L. Sheppard
And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.
Through the open window-leaf, Emma watched glimmering stars in the black sky. The cooling breeze had been invading with scents of autumn to the bedroom. Suddenly, the squeaking sighing behind the waving linen curtain splashed the silence. Trembling like foliage in the wind, Emily approached it closer, going to check out the source of the sounds. Somebody was there! Emma heard every beat of her own heart, as it seemed to knock that loudly, like trying to jump out.
No, not really. But …” Okay, I couldn’t help but gloat a little. “She likes me.” Samedi didn’t even look at me. “Well of course, you’ve had that bloody uniform on all day. I was half ready to tell you how much I liked you.
If I should ask thee how great dwellings are in the midst of the sea, or how many springs are in the beginning of the deep, or how many springs are above the firmament, or which are the outgoings of paradise: Peradventure thou would say unto me, ‘I never went down into the deep, nor as yet into hell, neither did I ever climb up into heaven.
We clearly were on the same team. You killed over a dozen of the bastards and I wasn't about to reward you by killing you. They deserved it.
A word can change a mind. A sentence can change a life. A book can change the world.
There's so many kids," he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. "We're going to walk right into them in two more steps." If it gave Jessica pause, he didn't sense it. Instead she seemed to pull him faster. A frigid hand closed around his heart, freezing the ebb and flow of his blood. Eddie gasped, overcome with the chill of a thousand deep, dark graves.
Whitney may be a complete madman and an absolute fucking wreck of a human being, but he gave me you," Draden said. "I'd still put a bullet in his head, but I'd thank him first.
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?” “You whacked me on the head with a ball!” “You deserved it.
How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won’t make that mistake again.
I want to kiss you so very badly, Rose. But I can't. And its killing me" -Mr. Stone
Stand up upon the right side, and I shall expound the similitude unto thee.
In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. "I'm sorry." 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you.
Heaven is a big place, honey. I don't know every dead person.' 'They'd probably be in hell anyway.
I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.
I wanted to apologize but what could I say? I’m sorry but I’m afraid my fangs might freak you out. Oh and by the way my eyes sort of glow in the dark when I get excited. I hope you’re cool with that.
I beseech thee, O Lord, let me have understanding: For it was not my mind to be curious of the high things, but of such as pass by us daily.
What came to me later in those dark, dreaming hours put paid to that though and as always my mind led me treacherously back to the bleak and inescapable truth. There was no cure for what one had seen or done.
None of this is his fault, but here we sit in the police station.
Coincidences link us to the unknown and weave us into it.
Merlow smiled. “Usually our body likes what is good for us. I believe the body recognizes what it needs.
I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.
This isn't television! This isn't a movie! Giles and Buffy aren't gonna appear and show us how to deal with our wonderful new powers! Some fricking owl isn't gonna come sailing in through your window from Hogwarts! There's no Dumbledore! The Cullens aren't gonna show up and invite you to live with them in Forks! There's nothing! This isn't make believe! This is it! It's us and only us.
Everyone knew the Hans Christian Andersen fairytale about the Sandman and how he brought sweet dreams to sleepers. An early, now-defunct Reve company had even used him as their mascot. But that's all the Sandman had been - a mascot. A little grinning elf holding an hourglass.
I never get writer's block. My secret...I have purring cats in surround sound while I write...best white noise on the planet." R.Rose when asked how she deals with writer's block.
Fire is fire," Matthew said. "It burns.
An extraordinarily rare ability is in your possession. Hone the skills so you effectively utilize your gift. As we speak and as you wile away your time, the aswang is preparing to strike again. Lives are at stake!
Maybe he's not coming,' I whispered to Damar. 'He's crazy after all. Maybe something shiny caught his attention and he forgot about me.
Ilse V. Rensburg
She knows I am a beast. She knows that I will be the one to rip her heart from her chest!
He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.
Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began to hum and his head felt strange and heavy. Beneath his touch, the glass seemed to soften and his fingers made small indentions in the surface. ~ "The Mirror
She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body was.
Demons were all about ego, which meant that most demons had some kind of title. I think it made them feel better about their tiny…pitchforks.
I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret." -Clare Harding.
When you find her, you will have the answers you need.
Six years of dreams would end in eternal love, or an eternity of loss.
His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He'd felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.
He lowered his head until his lips hovered centimeters above hers. This was the moment he craved. This heated moment – each of them lingering, waiting, wanting. He loved the excitement of the build-up almost as much as the conquest itself. As he’d told her many times, the greater the anticipation, the sweeter the reward.
Se spune că oamenii fac multe greșeli din dragoste, încât ajung, uneori, să-și piardă nu doar capul, ci și viața pentru femeia iubită. Eu am încununat regula cu măiestrie.
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It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-
The examinations had taken much longer than necessary because they were paying more attention to learning each other's bodies than searching for telltale symptoms of the virus.
I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner, but you'll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.
The biggest question, transcending physics and the realm of how he was able to do the extraordinary things he did, remained firmly rooted in the realm of metaphysics and begged an answer to why he could do these things.
94 was a good year to be twelve. Star Wars still had two more years as Box Office King, cartoons were still hand-drawn, and the Disney "D" still looked like a backwards "G." Words like "Columbine," "Al Qaeda" and "Y2K" were not synonymous with "terror," and 9-1-1 was an emergency number instead of a date. At twelve years old, summer still mattered. Monarch caterpillars still crawled beneath every milkweed leaf. Dandelions (or "wishes" as Mara called them) were flowers instead of pests. And divorce was still considered a tragedy. Before Mara, carnivals didn't make me sick.
I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." by Alice Roosevelt Longworth
I waited for her to nod before pacing while I bit my lip. That hurt, so I switched to biting my finger nail.
Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.