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A clatter of metal against the concrete made me look back. Liam had moved on from the car to a nearby pile of bikes that were tangled together like brambles. He picked through the frames and spokes and wheels, working carefully, trying to get down to whatever he'd seen under them.... "Do you actually know how to ride?" "Do I know how to ride?" Liam scoffed, leaning over the bike's seat so his face was inches from mine. His pale blue eyes were electric with his excitement; they sent a charge through me, sizzling the rest of the world into peaceful, quiet static. That last bit of distance must have been as unbearable to him as it was to me, because his fingers came down over where my hands rested on the busted leather seat. I felt his touch spread over my skin like late afternoon sunshine. His lips skimmed my cheek, his breath warm against my ear as he said in low, honeyed tones, "Not only can I ride, darlin', but I can give you a few pointers– "Hey, Hell's Angels!" Cole barked. "I didn't bring you in here to shop around for yourselves! Get your assess over here!" Liam expression clouded over as he pulled back, the fluttering excitement vanishing like a candle blown out. with a single breath. I must have looked as disappointed as I felt, letting out a small sound of irritation, because just like that he was smiling again as he tucked a loose strand of hair back over my ear. A softer, smaller smile than before, but one meant for me. It warmed me down to my bones.

At one point, his eyes flashed toward mine in the rearview mirror. It was just for an instant, but I felt the small twinge in my stomach as sharply as I would have if he had taken a soft finger and run it down the length of my open palm.

Black ia the color that is no color at all. Black is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of night—the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching your every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that stretches up to tear at the sky.

And I swear - I swear - I felt time slide out from under me.

Banned and lionised by drunken cactuses, eternally sanguine in black and white, raw like the majestic sex on her ruby red deathswoman mouth, silver-coated terror in her eyes.

Childbirth is nothing compared to exercise, and Gary was a big baby. This is what they should do to prisoners of war when they’re trying to interrogate them.

Everything worthwhile begins life as a mistake.

First thing Monday morning, Ruby came in. She seemed upset. "Zach, I've had a vision," she said immediately. "Was it a dream," Angelo began suddenly, with a wicked grin on his face, "where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?" Ruby and I both gaped at him. "Of course not," Ruby said with disgust, "Why would you even ask something like that?" "Just wonderin'." He was facing her, But he held up a DVD case, facing me. 'Real Genius'. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Ruby shook her head at him and then turned back to me. "There was a bird. It tried to land in your hands, but a giant horse scared it away." As usual when Ruby announced her visions, I had no idea how to respond. I just smiled. "That's fascinating." She nodded sagely. "I hope you're nat planning any horse riding this weekend." Before I could answer, Nero Sensei burst through the doo, breathless. "Do any of you own the blue convertible parked at Jeremy's?" Which meant another kid had pucked off the balcony. "Hope the top wasn't down," Angelo said lightly. Sensei shook his head as he headed back out the door. "No, but it's a soft top, and Tim had cranberry juice before class. It's gonna stain." Ruby followed Nero out the door. Angelo turned to me. His eyes were sparkling and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Best job I ever had," he said. and I had to smile back.

He came back in a body bag.

He crossed his arms stiffly over his chest. "Oh yeah," he said, with a pleased nod. "Bad cop is ready." -Oscar

...here (in India) the diamond is the king of the gemstones. But if we use value and beauty as our criteria it is certain that, for us, emeralds hold first place, then rubies.

Her life was one giant clusterfuck of crazy, she was the epicenter, and no matter what she did to outrun her own personally designed hurricane there it was sweeping her off to Oz.

Hey Boo, I'm in this now, too, & I got a lot of experience playing assholes like they're fucking harps. You need backup, I got you. Stop trying to convince yourself that you're in this alone.

Hey—” I called. Liam stopped, turning back up to look at me. “Be careful.” His blue eyes flicked back and forth between Cate and me. “You too, darlin’.

Did Brother Thistle train you in the most effective methods of communicating with me?" His head lifted and his lips curved. “He may have given me some advice.” “And you took it?” My brows rose. “I’m experimenting with it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to my tried and true method.” “By which you mean threats and orders.” His smile widened.

Her libido hadn’t been this awake since … she couldn’t even remember. It was as if Avon had come calling and she was buying every damn lipstick in every damn shade.

He was just your average biker in blue denim jeans, thick-soled boots and a long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket, nothing special she tried to reason with her clutching ovaries, little traitorous bastards.

His hand came up to brush the stray strands of hair off the back of my neck. I leaned back until I was resting against his chest, nestled between his knees. “You okay now, darlin’?

His strut reminded her of a smiling serial killer, oh yeah, he'd kill you, but boy, he'd have lovely manners while he did it.

I always started studying with the best intentions, telling myself that today just might be the day it all fell into place, and everything would be different. But more often than not, though, after a couple of pages of practice problems, I'd find myself spiraling into an all-out depression. When it was really bad, I'd put my head down on my book and contemplate alternate options for my future. "whoa," I heard a voice say. It was muffled slightly by my hair, and my arm, which I locked around my head in an effort to keep my brain from seeping out.

I can't tell if that was arrogant," Ruby muttered, "Or just... you know, honest." "The two aren't mutually exclusive.

I felt his lips travel from my forehead, whispering something against my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose. His thumbs stroked the length of my jaw, but even they stilled as I pulled back and turned away from him. [...] “I don’t want to lose you.” He made a noise of frustration, his eyes clear and bright as he spoke. “Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.”I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.”“Is that the best you can do?”“Give me time. I’m half frozen.” <..> “Perhaps your name should be Icy Tyrant. No, wait. Frigid Despot.

I give him the kind of smile only shared between two people who desperately hate something and thoroughly enjoy hating it together.

Love was a bitch because it shackled you as hard as steel cuffs, leaving you gasping and hollow for any connection.

I can't tell if that was arrogant," Ruby muttered, "Or just... you know, honest." "The two aren't mutually exclusive," said Oscar.

If she's not alright, I'm going to rip out his heart and eat it." I nodded. "You really shouldn't eat raw meat," Chubs said.

I missed him. I missed him, I missed him -oh my God, I missed him so much.

I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to clear away the image of Clancy Gray trapped down in the dark. That's where he belongs, came the savage voice in my mind.

I see it in colours. A deep blue, fading into golds and reds-like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It's a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set.

I wasn’t being noble. There was nothing noble about a thirst for revenge. It was about getting what I wanted, a chance to kill the king. And no one else would have to suffer because of me.

Mornin’, sunshine!

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.

No...?" Winston started... "Excuse me?" said Adrian, "No...no. Uh..." Winston glanced once, briefly, at Nova, then back at Adrian. "No... reen." He coughed. "Her name is Noreen.

Oh my God, Green,” I heard Chubs say from somewhere in the room. “Just take the damn socks and put the kid out of his misery.

Oh, thank god. I saw you both on the ground & I thought you killed each other

Ready when you are.

Stillness was a kind of violence in the hands of people who played at handing out pain.

The hips were the leaders of this conspiracy. So I rang my boss and held the phone to my hips so he could hear them too.

The thing about negotiations, not to mention the manipulation, is you can't go too far in any direction. Refusing once is good, twice is usually okay but a third is risky. You never know when the third person will stop playing and you end up with nothing.

The thing about enthusiasm-- especially Liam's particular brand-- was that it was catching. There would be nights I would simply sit back, watching, as he became more and more animated with his hands as he spoke, as if trying to shape his ideas out of the air for the rest of us to see. His words were coated with such unyielding hopefulness that it visibly inflated everyone around him.

They forgot who she was: Something fantastic we could never explain. Someone better and bolder than every one of us. Someone to paint murals and build bridges for. Someone worth every ounce of our love. Someone powerful, but in the end not powerful enough.

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.

When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy." -Ruby, The Darkest Minds

When I caught up to him again, my fingers closed around the soft, loose leather of his jacket’s sleeve. At the slightest tug, Liam turned, his blue eyes lit up in surprise. I took a step back and pulled my hand back to my side, shocked at myself. It had felt natural to do it—I hadn’t been thinking at all, only feeling a very sharp, real need to be close to him.

Who sent you?” O’Ryan asked. “What was your purpose here?” “To...to tell you...” The words didn’t sound nearly as furious coming out of my mouth as they did in my head. The camp controller leaned forward, eyes narrowing into slits. “To go...fuck yourself.

You don’t know the effect your words have on me, Lady Firebrand. It took years to build up this ice. You will melt it and then I will be broken.

You just have to accept the things that are out of your hands and try to take care of yourself. That's your job.

You speak as if I’m as heavy as an ox,” I said. “Last week I was a bundle of sticks.”“You’re still too thin.”“Perhaps if I gain some weight, you won’t call me a stick anymore.”“You may hope to one day be a branch.”I glanced at him sharply, unable to repress a little flutter of delight that he was bothering to joke with me.“A log, even,” I suggested.“Doubtful,” he said wryly.

My, my." A feral grin spread across Cole's face. "Little brother must be a good kisser.