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Maybe by paying a demon what he needs, you keep him from stealing what he desires.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

Maybe I'm crying because I'm terrified that he's come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there really is some goodness here in our world. But if goodness existed, that must mean that darkness existed as well.

Maybe love, unfathomable love, was too much for people, so they had traded it for something easier.

Maybe my heart is the moon and hers is the sun and everything else is gravity.

Maybe the weight of human choices gets too much beyond a few seconds, the way you can’t predict the weather too far in advance because there are too many things going on.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that’s what they called her. A time bomb. Tick, tick, tick.

Maybe you want to believe that every other guy is just like you, because that means that you don’t have to worry about the way you are.”, Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

Mechanical things can be fixed...People matter more.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Me dije a mí mismo que debía alejarme de ti y dejar que estuvieses enfadada conmigo, porque tengo muchos problemas que todavía no puedo compartir contigo. He intentado por todos los medios mantenerme lejos de ti, pero no puedo. No soy lo suficientemente fuerte para seguir negando lo que tenemos.

Media was a battle ground. So was the internet. People began walking openly with their weapons, whether it was a gun or a camera. Drones were always skimming overhead, filming the violence of the second civil war of the United States.

Me gustaría poder contarte qué pasó, pero no puedo. Algún día lo haré, pero ahora mismo no puedo, y necesito que lo aceptes. Por favor. Y no te pido perdón porque no quiero que me perdones por lo que hice. No me lo perdones jamás. No trates de justificarme, Sky.

Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every nickname in the world for my boobs – oops nearly forgot jubblies – but it didn’t change the fact they were small.

Midget,” Nat says simply, his smile widening. “I was not a midget.” Nat raises an eyebrow. “It looked that way from up here. The same as Rachel. The Two Midgets of Malibu.” Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Milcas raced out his door, anxious to find the answer to this riddle and discover the source of hope for a Roegan in Fargranther; the propellant of an unheard of, forgotten, impossible, and by all accounts, damned idea.

@mink: Well, you’re in luck, if you pick another movie. My hair is clean, I usually eat dinner around eight, and I’m currently single. Not that it matters.

Mom hadn't met Ramon; her advocacy was more arm's length - petitions, the website, letter writing, meetings with politicians. Her friend Hanna had formed a close friendship with Ramon though, visiting him as often as she could. Hanna told me that Ramon's greatest regret was that he wouldn't get to see his daughter grow up. And Jeremy's dad, who had that opportunity, was just throwing it away. It made me furious, and I couldn't let it go.

Miya? What are you doing?" I drop to my knees and hold my hands out to stop her. "Murderer..." she whispers. I shake my head, suddenly scared. "No..." "Monster," she says, louder this time. She swings the sword in a large arc, aiming for my head. I flinch away just as its sharp edge reaches my skin...

Mistakes are part of life. And yet, for some reason, most parents in this world, wish their children made no mistakes at all, or as little as possible.

Monday nights always brought in the worst kind of crazy. Tonight that crazy came in the form of Paul Cross, town hermit. One of them, anyway. This was the Pacific Northwest.

Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when the force field faltered, would snatch us from our homes.

Monsters never truly go away. They claw their way to the surface again eventually.

Monsters can live inside a person. Sometimes they know about it. More often they don't.

Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room

Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind that sees beyond circumstances to what really matters. How could anyone hurt a soul that lovely?

My cello is my voice. It's my world. My whole life

My best friend has warned me to stay away. Violet, a girl raised by the Terror, has warned me to stay away, but even after digesting her advice, knowing the rumors and experiencing what I have, I can't leave. The bandage on Razor's arm and the cuts and bruises along his side testify to how dangerous his life is, but with one long look into those beautiful eyes , I know that I'm a lost cause to logic. I've already fallen in love.

My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know

My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905

My father laughed. "The magic of Summer," he said, "is unlike anything else. Imagine life, fertility, laughter, joy, ripening fruits and the smell of fresh bread baking in the morning. That is Summer magic." Forever Frost (Frost Series 2)

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany. My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

My first jailbreak began when a coarse-toothed mechanic’s file crashed through the window of the Deeper Harbour Police Station at two in the morning. The file bounced three or four times before clattering to a halt among a scatter of shattered glass. The file spun a little and came to rest, like a compass needle pointing somewhere far off the edge of the map. Looking back from right here and right now I believe I would like to start this story right then—three days after I had just turned fourteen—spending my birthday in jail. - SINKING DEEPER

My dad believes that bad disguises itself - that danger hides. I think it's the opposite. The truly horrible things about the world are always reaching out for you.

My family looks at me without recognition. Of course they do. They’ve been Faded. I remember them, but they have no recollection of my ever existing.", Celestra Caine from FADE by Kailin Gow.

My emotions are spiraling out of control. I never promised I would be logical at a time like this!

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

My head’s swimming. Sorry, sis. I’m a useless brother. You’re best off shot of me. - Burt

My heart is sinking and my chest physically aches from the heavy sadness that it carries within.

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

My memories came back like a punch in the face. Only good.

My mind argued with itself about whether to adhere to proper etiquette or whether to fling aside all modesty and throw my arms around him. My feet chose the latter before my mind had a chance to settle it. I flew off the stool and landed in his embrace. Freezing rain drenched his coat and shirt. His arms wrapped around me tighter, and there was nothing so right as being pressed against Nathaniel Strider.

My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.” The idea being if you thought and dreamed about the way you wanted your life to be -- if you just envisioned it long enough, it would come into being. But as hard as I had manifested Astrid Heyman with her hand in mine, her blue eyes gazing into mine, her lips whispering something wild and funny and outrageous in my ear, she had remained totally unaware of my existence. Truly, to even dream of dreaming about Astrid, for a guy like me, in my relatively low position on the social ladder of Cheyenne Mountain High, was idiotic. And with her a senior and me a junior? Forget it. Astrid was just lit up with beauty: shining blonde ringlets, June sky blue eyes, slightly furrowed brow, always biting back a smile, champion diver on the swim team. Olympic level. Hell, Astrid was Olympic level in every possible way.

My mum used to say the three most important letters in my name were the EDN because if you rearrange them it spells END... and I was the end of everything good in her life

My phone started flashing on the bed. I looked at the screen, then looked up. "Fuck." "Who is it?" Negin frowned. "Why do you look so scared?" "Oh my god, is it ISIS?" Frankie yelled. "Yes, it's ISIS," Negin yelled back. "They always phone Phoebe before they strike.

My wishing star glowed slightly and winked back at me. I could almost hear its voice, tinkling like wind chimes and church bells, reassuring me that everything would return to normal.

Nathaniel Strider could never love. He's obviously discovered early on that girls' hearts were vulnerable and all a lad needed was a penetrating gaze and a disarming smile and the world was at his feet.

Narsh!