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Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. “I do not fear the darkness. It fears me.” He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard.Grace Willows
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There are only two things you’ll ever need to know about me, Farin–and you should know them well. I’m very smart, and I’m very rich.Heather OBrien
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Even in death, her mother was winning.Noorilhuda
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Aurora, you're a child, live like one, don't act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.Noorilhuda
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She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible threat..... The counselor couldn't prove otherwise.Noorilhuda
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He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.Noorilhuda
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The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless - the action, indifferent.Noorilhuda
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How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?Noorilhuda
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If you can get to be you, why can't I get to be me?Noorilhuda
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I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that?Noorilhuda
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What I've always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can it be that that is our sanctuary, our refuge, our way to liberty?Noorilhuda
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He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.Noorilhuda
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Hurrying back into the rouge lighting in sheer terror, Amelia ran without another word, escaping into the shadows of the dungeon, and she shrieked for salvation that never came.Shelique Lize
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The best stories come from deep within us and are of us. Either our inner child comes out to play and makes all things possible, or we mold our characters and events from our own experiences, or our dreams of wanting to experience.Judith Kohnen
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We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments, and there are a thousand Intrigues in our little Matters, which will not presently confess their Design, even to sagacious Inquisitors...Joseph Glanville
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Hello, ma’am. How are you today?” he asked one day with a grin on his face the size of Kansas. I turned around looked at him and asked him what will it be, sir? “ For starters, ” he replied, “how about your name and phone number?” Hmm, you know if you strap a ton to your ankles and dive head first into the Atlantic, I‘ll think about it when you come back up, ” I replied and smiled. My chances are that slim, eh?” he said, leaning up against the counter. Well, actually a little slimmer than that if you want me to be honest. So are you going to help pay my bills or are you wasting my precious oxygen?- Emerald Eyes Of The Sea .Hazel Cartwright
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To get what I wanted I became the monster I’ve always hated...Megan Mitcham
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Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can’t stop loving you, bella. I’ve tried. God help me, I’ve tried.Skye Warren
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What had those vile creatures unleashed in me? What beast had they awakened? I think I vowed to kill the beast and bury it so deep in the abyss it would never again rear its ugly head. Part of me did make this promise. The other part embraced an unfolding of life’s inextinguishable flames and the mind’s unspoken bondage. As far as reinforcing the strength of my mind’s resolve, I supposed my body was a useless entity. Rather, it was this fancy thing I lived in–a mausoleum that beckoned the living, promising gratification, refuge, solace, peace, even immortality. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t mine. I realized then, it had never belonged to me. I could control what happened to it only if people were merciful. Watching Valentin was not merciful. It was a torturous joy.Kyrian Lyndon