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Why me?" she asked, holding on to him.
"Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.
Believe this, he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.
Life is an illusion that last too little.
The challenge of writing books for teenagers is walking the fine line between truth and what the publishers, parents, and the more conservative librarians want to hear.
The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden.
"The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My
people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't
much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks
off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.
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My words must be powerful to make people so afraid of them. It's rather nice to feel I have power.
I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other.
I want to lay my kill at your feet.
I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.
A female on the loose was a dangerous creature.
Vivian, I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient I've brought you someone else's."
"Rafe you jerk, this is a sheep's heart.
Children and teens need to explore the dark side as a healthy part of growing. If a child is protected from everything dreadful, he will have no coping mechanisms in place when finally confronted with disaster.
In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chococlate in my mouth,the one as hateful as the other
Like Mom, Zoe thought–like Mom used to. And that's where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It's not even good poetry, she thought. I don't have talent, it's her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. "You're a dark one," her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. "You're a mystery.
Three cheers for Sheriff Wilson. - Bucky Dideron
