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If only simple advice were as simple to carry out. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Kindness is my weapon of choice.
My second is a Semmian dagger."
―a weapon from "The Harrowbethian Saga' ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. "So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you…"
"He did take it," she corrected.
"I thought you said Zmey kept him from doing so."
"No. Edgar did snatch it from me at first, but Zmey made him give it back. I guess because King Wennergren gifted it to me. That means no one else is allowed to have it - that is, unless I give it away."
"So it's good that you had Zmey there to help."
"Well….not exactly," she hemmed again.
"Not exactly, again?" Derian's face tightened with frustration. He pressed harder on his temples.
"Zmey protects the bracelet because he has to, but he doesn't care much for me." She hesitated before uttering the next sentence. "He actually tried to kill me."
"What? What! Why? Eena!"
"It's okay, really, I'm fine! Naga protects me from those other dragons."
"Other dragons? For criminy's sake, how many more are there?! ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
You know the story." The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it.
"I don't. I've never heard the story."
Joshlon summarized it for her. "Prometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon - Naga the Terrible."
Eena dropped her lower jaw. "What?"
"Naradite turned Prometheus into a dragon," Joshlon repeated. "Naga."
"And Prometheus is Edgar's father?" She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question.
Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. "I don't know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradite."
"Oh. My. Gosh!" Eena exclaimed. "Naga is Edgar's father!"
Joshlon's lip curled. He didn't look like he was following her emotional outburst. "Sha Eena, are you trying to tell me that this is all for real? And Naga is the undefeatable enemy you're fighting?"
Her hazel eyes focused on him instantly. "Oh, no, no, not Naga! Out of all the immortals, he's the nice one!"
Joshlon looked confused. "Naga the Terrible is the nice one?"
"Yes," Eena nodded assuredly. "Edgar is the…" She halted mid-sentence. Joshlon had stopped moving. In fact, all the surrounding Nalnoms were frozen in place, skeptical expressions st ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
The young lady then placed her hands on Kode's shoulder, letting her cheek rest on top of the pile. The smile on her face was more than a victory smile. It was a happy sign of contentment. Eena wondered.
"When do you suppose those two will get married?" She whispered the question to Kira who still had a firm grip on her arm.
"Kode get married?" The incredulity on Kira's face matched her brother's strong outburst.
"Who the hell says I'm gettin' hitched?"
Niki pushed herself away from her boyfriend's shoulder; her upper lip curled into a resentful scowl at the negative way he had voiced his query.
Eena had never meant for them to overhear. She stumbled over a justification for the question. "It's just that you've been together for a while, you know, like a couple. Close. I mean, you're always together so…I just figured…" she let the notion trail off.
Kode looked queasy. "We're always together 'cause she bloody follows me around everywhere I go like I'm some freakin' tour guide!"
"Fine!" Niki exclaimed, holding her palms like a defensive wall in front of her. "I'll leave if that's what you want. I don't need you! There's plenty of other guys who'd love to get their lips on me!" With that outburst, the pretty Mishmorat twirled her body around, setting off on foot with both fists seared into her hips. Kode let her take about four steps before he darted over and dragged her back. She didn't put up much o ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
That was the coolest thing ever." Eena smiled at the fact that she'd been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness.
"That was highly unusual. I can't believe they came right up to us - to you."
"They were hungry, I'm sure."
"Still, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did ... .."
She grinned with pure satisfaction. "Wild huh? Derian's not going to believe me when I tell him." Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. "What?" she asked, a note of offense in her voice.
"Of course Derian will believe you. When does anything ever happen to you that isn't unreal?"
Knowing he was right, she shoved him off the log anyway. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Eena worried to Ian in her thoughts. (You're not going to let him walk away thinking what I think he's thinking, are you?)
(You won't change his mind. The evidence is a little suggestive. You should have just stayed behind me.)
(Oh, this is all my fault?)
(Well, you were the one swimming in your underwear.)
(And you're the one who took your shirt off!)
(You think the alternative would have been better?)
She shuttered at the thought of the Braetic stumbling across her in her underclothes.
"Cale," Eena said in another attempt to convince the stranger. Somehow she managed to sidestep Ian's effort to halt her, and she approached the man. "I am not messing around with my protector. I am, and always have been, true and faithful to Derian. It's just……a lot of weird things have happened lately."
The Braetic looked willing to consider a good excuse. "Such as?"
"Well," she started, casting a furtive glance at Ian. He was shaking his head, conveying strong disapproval. She ignored him.
"Okay, well…..I've been fighting these immortals who are bent on using me to break free from an imprisoning gem where they were sentenced to stayed locked up for eternity. They nearly annihilated a world of Viiduns - that's how awful they are! But one of these immortals has control over my necklace, and her brother keeps transporting me and my protector all over Moccobatra in search of pieces to ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Derian pulled the blanket snug around himself. "This is my added assurance."
Eena wrinkled her nose as if she thought his answer was odder than his actions. "It's your what?"
"If you recall the last time we were here standing in this very spot, you pelted me with neumberries." He held up a single berry before popping it into his mouth. "I doubt you would risk soiling your blanket, so I figure wrapping it around me this way I'm pretty much assured safety from any potential attack."
He winked playfully, and she laughed out loud.
"I'm afraid you don't know me half as well as you think," she announced. Aiming low, she flung a sizable berry at his calf. It hit its mark.
"Whoa, whoa!" He lowered the blanket to cover his legs.
"You can't hide yourself entirely, Derian," she said, aiming for his face. He ducked, raising the blanket like a shield in the process.
Another round of ammunition pelted his ankles before he decided it was time to fight back. Eena found herself bound up in her own blanket, arms wrapped securely at her sides. She laughed nonstop, unable to move within his strong hold. Derian leaned forward until their noses touched, and then he kissed her giggles silent. He kept her in the blanket, snug and close to him, but Eena managed to wriggle an arm free and drape it around his neck, holding his lips in reach. She uttered a quick count in between kisses.
"Seven," she breathed.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Hey, guard!" Ian hollered out loud. "Do you think we could get a bathroom break?"
The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all.
"Come on," Ian complained. "She can't do that, she's a girl."
The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference.
Eena laughed in her mind.
(I don't know what you think's so funny. You're the one who's gotta pee.)
Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Thank you." After rounding the couch, the young queen sat her hip on the cushy armrest. Her thoughts went back to the impromptu party in the commissary the night before. "I assume no Mishmorats or Viiduns are missing. Do you know if any real mischief took place last night after we left?"
"None you need to worry about," Ian told her. She could see he was hiding something by the twinkle in his eye.
"What happened?" she asked, certain he had a story to tell.
"Let's just say there may be an influx of soldiers visiting your garden."
Her eyes scrunched, unable to guess what he was talking about. "Okay, and why?"
Ian's shoulders jostled with a snicker. "Efren showed off your garden to Kira last night. She discovered the warm pond. You know how your sisters have a fondness for swimming in their underclothes."
"Oh great," Eena groaned.
"But don't worry about it too much, Queenie, there is a deterrent." Ian let go a laugh he couldn't quite stifle.
"What deterrent?" she asked, grinning at his amusement.
"Shanks likes to swim too."
"Oh?"
"Actually, he prefers skinny dipping."
"Ew! Ew, Ian, like I need that image in my head!"
(Now you know how I feel on a regular basis,) he said, cracking up.
After a moment of grossing out, Eena all but begged Ian, "Please, can we change the subject. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
I hate you, Edgar. I hate you with all my heart. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Stop tormenting Derian."
"Me?" Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.
"Yes, you."
"And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?" Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display
"I'm not tormenting him; why would you say that?"
"You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him." Edgar stopped to fix the captain's collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck.
"I do intend to marry him." Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain's collar, repositioning it as it had been.
"Oh please," Edgar groaned. "You've had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down." Edgar elevated the captain's elbow - adjusting him like a mannequin - leaving it in an awkward position. "The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn't have been more swift or more adamant."
Eena returned the captain's elbow to his side as she retorted, "I'm only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I am ready, Derian will be my husband."
Edgar took hold of the captain's outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. "He will not."
Richelle E. Goodrich
(You look the same.)
(I'm not using it yet.)
(Don't you think a test run would be a good idea?)
She nodded. (Probably.)
Her eyelids closed as she concentrated on a mental image of the person she wished to impersonate. Her desire was to appear exactly as the immortal leader, Pallador. Calling on the powers of the dragon's blood, she willed its enchantment alive. It was Ian's astounded whisper that told her the charm was working.
"Whoa!"
Opening her eyes she fully expected to see Ian staring at the shining gems on the dragon's blood. Instead, he was staring at her with a look that was more or less disgusted.
(That's really you?) he asked, looking her up and down as though she had turned into some sort of lizard creature.
(Yes, why? What's wrong with me?) Her gaze dropped to check for herself. All she observed was her tawny dress pulled in at the waist by Edgar's hideous, glowing belt. She glanced at one arm and then the other, both sleeved in the same billowed silk. Her fingers flailed, still the same short, slender digits.
(Oh crud,) she breathed. (It's not working.)
(Oh, it's working alright,) Ian disagreed.
Eena glanced up to find him grinning with real amusement.
(You're a dead ringer for the guy. Ghost robe, bug eyes, bony fingers, in need of a serious haircut. Exactly like him.)
(Really?)
(Really.)
(Cool,) sh ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Ravelly pointed to the illustration as he told his friend that he used to read the same story nightly to his son, Wahlister. "Imorih's Journey - quite the moralistic quest."
Unan nodded in agreement. "I read it to Ian and Eena when they were children." Then he held up the opened page with the picture of Imorih and the tiny, shouldered bug. He asked curiously, "Why do you say this is your favorite part, Master Ravelly?" The question caught Eena's interest. Her ears tuned in to their conversation, but her eyes continued to scan the lively crowd below.
The old Grott went on to explain. "That is the part where Imorih realizes the whispered voice she has been listening to, the advice she has been heeding, doesn't belong to her conscience as she first supposed. It shocks her to learn that for the more part of her journey she has been following the promptings of a negligible, albeit well-intentioned, creature. That's when two things happen in her life. First, she comprehends how cunning and manipulative the power of suggestion can be. Secondly, she learns to recognize the difference between her own voice - her own desires - and someone else's."
Unan hummed a sound of accordance. "That's right. Things change quite drastically after that discovery, don't they?"
"Yes, yes, they most certainly do. For the best, I recall."
"Because she becomes master of her own destiny after that."
"As we all should be."
Unan no ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Tell me you didn't," she groaned, knowing it would not be the truth. "Please tell me you didn't take advantage of these poor people."
"I didn't," he chirped.
"Liar."
With an irritated sigh he tried to convince her. "Amora, you're not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple…"
"Temple?" she cried, cutting him off. "You forced these people to build you a temple? Why? Because all of a sudden you're God now?"
Perturbed by her interruption, he raised a warning finger. "No, no, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit…..god-like."
She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
"If you would let me finish," he went on, "these particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well."
"You're despicable."
He frowned at the insult. "Nobody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so."
"You were that impressive to them, huh?"
"Apparently." His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. "Come on, let's go have some fun."
"No way." She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him.
"And why not?"
"Because your sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you'll wa ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
She imagined him leaning against the shuttle, entertaining thoughts of scolding her for dressing like a ragged commoner. Never mind that her present outfit was light years ahead in comfort.
(Actually, he's wishing he had been less critical of you earlier. He feels bad that you won't acknowledge his presence, and he blames himself.)
(Quit it, Ian. I'm not going to feel sorry for him.)
She caught her protector's shrewd grin, highlighted by the fire's glow. (You already do, Queenie.)
(This talent of yours is really annoying.)
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "That's not what you thought earlier when you wanted to get ahold of Efren."
"One tiny rosebud in a handful of thorns," she retorted. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
I've worn Niki's pants for two days now. I thought a third day in the same clothes might be pushing it."
Ian shrugged with indifference. "It might send Derian through the roof, but it doesn't bother me. Wear what you want to wear."
Eena wrinkled her nose at him. "Do you really feel that way or are you trying to appear more laissez-faire than Derian?"
"More laissez-faire?"
"Yes. That's a real word."
"Two words actually," he grinned. "Laissez faire et laissez passer, le monde va de lui même!" He coated the words with a heavy French accent. Eena gawked at him.
"Since when do you speak French?"
"I don't." Ian chuckled. "But I did do some research in world history the year I followed you around on Earth. Physics was a joke, but history - that I found fascinating."
Slapping a hand against her chest, Eena exclaimed, "I can't believe it! Unbeknownst to me, Ian actually studied something in high school other than the library's collection of sci-fi paperbacks!"
He grimaced at her exaggerated performance before defending his preferred choice of reading material. "Hey, popular literature is a valuable and enlightening form of world history. You would know that if you read a book or two."
She ignored his reproach and asked with curiosity, "What exactly did you say?"
"In French?"
"Duh, yes."
"Don't 'duh' me, you could easily have been referring to ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
The past wasn't something that could be changed or repaired, and so it was a place Ian refused to dwell. That wasn't the case with Eena. She often wandered on pathways long since set in stone. That was her way. She had some need to rearrange those stones from her past every now and then, as if changing how she perceived them altered anything. He felt guilty for wishing she would turn her back on it all. To him, no matter how the past was viewed, it was still the same pile of unchangeable, regrettable stones. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Eena focused on the younger version of herself. Her hair was tied back with a pink ribbon. The ruffled dress she wore was soiled up to the waist in wet grains of sand. A short, square shovel was gripped tightly as the child concentrated on her digging efforts.
Curious, Eena stepped closer to the girls. Ian followed along silently. Eena could feel his eyes on her, searching her profile before turning to the sand scene. She approached her younger self and stopped to watch. At first, she smiled at the darling ponytailed child. Then the spoiled girl's mouth opened.
"Angee," the five-year-old called the younger version of Angelle. "Go get water."
The older child jumped up at the command. "Yes, Eena."
"A whole bucket full."
"Yes, Eena."
"Angee, don't step on my holes!"
The older girl quickly picked up her foot, checking to be sure there were no child-made burrows nearby. She nodded at the little five-year-old. "Okay, Eena, I'll be careful."
Instead of being grateful, the ponytailed child tilted her head and bugged out her eyes. "Hurry up, Angee!"
"Okay, okay." The young Angelle lifted her skirt to watch for surrounding holes while carting a bucket in her other hand towards the lake.
Eena frowned at the sight. She heard Ian snicker beside her.
"I was a brat," she admitted ruefully.
"You still are. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple.
(You're too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I'm really glad we're friends.)
(Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.)
Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves.
(Angelle never thought like you do. You're creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well ... ..normal.)
(Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled.
(I suppose.) ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
What secrets?" Eena blurted out.
Kira answered the question by defensively listing them out on her fingers. "How about the fact that Derian was coming for you in a few short days, or the fact that Gemdorin was forcing you to search for some magic gem we were all unaware existed. How about the knowledge of your unusual powers that you stupidly used to infect the Ghengats, which was also a secret you kept to yourself until it was discovered by Gemdorin, making it too late for us to do anything about preventing you from being beaten half to death! You hide things as if you think your abilities are so superior to what the rest of us can possibly contribute!"
Eena shook her head adamantly. "That's not what I think…"
"It's how you behave. It's how you come across to everyone. Your selfish actions speak a helluva lot louder than your hollow words or your foolish intentions."
The young queen felt a rise of tears burn her eyes. "My intentions are not foolish. All I ever meant to do was protect those around me."
"By keeping us in the dark? That's not protection, girl. That's neglect."
Eena sniffled as fresh waterworks ran down her cheeks. Her face twisted up, confused. "People get hurt when they're involved in my problems."
"In our problems."
"No! My problems!" she insisted.
Kira threw up her arms. "There you go being all selfish again!"
Eena sucked in a ragged breath, almost c ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
To offer your life in defense of another is a valiant, honorable way to die. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Sevenah resumed staring up at the darkness. The sun had set entirely, giving way for the appearance of a speckled night's sky. It seemed the more she stared, the greater the number of stars. She pondered the immensity of the universe and how it resembled an artist's black canvas peppered with a haphazard splattering of white paint.
"I think there probably is life out there a lot like our own. I can't imagine so many suns - so many planets - and not at least one of them being something like ours. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
Eena turned aside, breathing shallowly as her mind raced with questions. She was glad he couldn't read the confusion that swooped her up like a passing tornado. Was it even possible to genuinely love more than one man?
Yes. Oh, yes.
She knew it because her heart irrefutably felt it. She loved Derian; it was true. She wasn't trying to convince herself of it, no matter what Edgar said. She yearned deeply for her captain.
But she loved Ian too. She always had. Only she purposefully, appropriately, had set those feelings aside when he made the decision to pursue Angelle.
But Angelle was gone now.
No, Eena thought to herself, this changes nothing. She scolded her heart for longing for something spent and ended, for even considering the possibility. Her with Ian? No, no, it had to remain in the past. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
But you will die, Amora."
"I know." She couldn't help but smile at his bemusement. "It's a fact I've always known, just like my ancestors before me. Don't you see? That's what makes us who we are. That's what makes life valuable, Pallador, knowing that each and every day we live is a gift. Therein lies mortality's great value. We cherish it because of its temporality. It's precious because it is fleeting. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich
The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try ~ Mary Stewart
Just you wait till I'm a vampire! I'm not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time. ~ Stephenie Meyer
Make no tent on thy ship;
Never sleep in a house;
For a foe within doors you may view.
On a shield sleeps the Viking, sword in his hand,
And his tent is the heavenly blue.
When the storm rages fierce,
Hoist the sail to the top.
Oh, how merry the Storm-King appears!
Let us rise, let her drive;
Better founder than strike,
For who strikes is a slave to his fears. ~ The Northmen; A Viking Saga
I was formed by 'The Forsyte Saga' marathon. There was something about seeing all those events telescoped that was unbelievably moving: that sense of time as something that can be tinkered with. ~ Richard Greenberg
The image of a teenage boy dressed in a black uniform, his babyish face partly obscured by an official looking cap, paralysed every muscle and nerve in her body. The pink telegram loomed large in her line of sight... ~ Michael J. Murphy
Hey, hold up!" I drop the pickax to the ground and jog after K.T. I pull a roundish piece of amethyst about half the size of my palm out of my pocket and hold it out. "Would you give this to her?"
K.T. tilts her head to the side as she takes the stone and examines it. "Pretty. Is it amethyst?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you give it to her yourself?"
I shove my hands in my pockets and shrug. There's no answer I can give that wouldn't either sound crazy or be an outright lie. K.T. smiles and slips the stone into her pocket.
"All right, Romeo. I'll go see if I can get Juliet to come to the ball tonight."
K.T. winks and walks around to the front of the house. ~ Erica Cameron
I'll be the first to admit that I have no experience with relationships. But it just seems logical ... a man and woman have to be somewhat equal ... as in, one of them can't always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally. ~ Stephanie Meyer
I didn't think you were real for a long time," I confess. "I thought you were someone I'd dreamed up."
"A dream worth reliving every night for ten years?" he asks, chuckling and slowly loosening his hold.
"For eternity," I whisper, winding my arms around his neck to keep him close.
"Good." He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. "That is exactly how long I plan on keeping you. ~ Erica Cameron
Researchers at Shanghai Jiao Tong University in China, Saga University in Japan, and the University of California, Davis, proposed creating an artificial inorganic leaf modeled on the real thing. They took a leaf of Anemone vitifolia, a plant native to China, and injected its veins with titanium dioxide-a well-known industrial photocatalyst. By taking on the precise branching shape and structure of the leaf's veins, the titanium dioxide produced much higher light-harvesting ability than if ti was used in a traditional configuration. The researchers found an astounding 800 percent increase in hydrogen production as well. The total performance was 300 percent more active than the world's best commercial photocatalysts. When they added platinum nanoparticles to the mix, it increased activity by a further 1,000 percent. ~ Jay Harman
I think fans are just obsessed with the 'Twilight' saga and then within it they might have preferences between if they're Team Jacob, Team Edward or Team Jasper. It just comes down to them loving the whole thing, and if they can get any of the boys from the book they are fine with that. ~ Kellan Lutz
Got to love men. Kissed the hell out of me yesterday, swim-stalked me on the beach this morning, and now couldn't even look up when I entered the room.
Eve, Jaymin (2014-01-15). First World (A Walker Saga Book 1) (p. 347). . Kindle Edition. ~ Jaymin Eve
Saga of the Sexually Repressed Southerner Who Traded Gold for Whale Teeth. ~ Yanko Tsvetkov
All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father's home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out
behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in. ~ Gwenn Wright
Yes, I call my scooter Jessie, and I don't think that's weird in the slightest."
(...) "Doesn't your truck have a name ?" she asked Blake with mock surprise.
"Sure. Toyota... ~ M.J. Hearle
Even nature has hidden lessons for mankind underneath its silent saga. The trees teach us to give without discrimination, the seasons proclaim that time keeps changing for the better and the vastness of the sky bears the amount of love we should hold in our hearts for everyone we come across throughout the day. ~ Sanchita Pandey
Shakespeare is in many ways an African writer and 'Hamlet' would be seen as a very accurate historical saga about an African kingdom. ~ Henning Mankell
I eye 'Modern Love' warily between that second and third cup of coffee on Sunday mornings, calculating how much of a push I need to get through the day's unhurriedly earnest saga of heartbreak and recovery. ~ Sandra Tsing Loh
For me, there's nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all. ~ Jandy Nelson
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was. ~ Stephenie Meyer
how can a little thing be so annoying? ~ Stephenie Meyer
No measure of time with you will ever be long enough...lets start with forever. ~ Stephenie Meyer
It doesn't matter who started it or what it's really about ... war usually ends up sucking most for women. Even when we're not fighting the battles ourselves, we somehow always end up with the lion's share of the suffering. ~ Brian K. Vaughan
I got into comics on John Byrne's run of the X-Men and the Dark Phoenix Saga. I got in around X-Men 95, right when it turned to the new X-Men. So that whole family, all those characters are kind of my favorite characters, just the X-Men world. ~ Timothy Miller
She was now drowning in that pool of desires without having any idea about the depth of it. ~ Viraj J. Mahajan
Look after my heart - I've left it with you. ~ Stephenie Meyer
I was pretty good at picking up new languages when I was little, but it's not like I had superpowers or anything.
Kids just have an easier time with words. ~ Brian K. Vaughan
There was a red snake of blood symbolizing her life, and its end. ~ Viveca Benoir
My whole life is about being Nicki Minaj now. It's a never-ending saga. ~ Nicki Minaj
We all know the story: how a defiant and undisciplined collection of citizen soldiers banded together to defeat the mightiest army on earth. But as those who lived through the nearly decadelong saga of the American Revolution were well aware, that was not how it actually happened. The real Revolution was so troubling and strange that once the struggle was over, a generation did its best to remove all traces of the truth. No one wanted to remember how after boldly declaring their independence they had so quickly lost their way; how patriotic zeal had lapsed into cynicism and self-interest; and how, just when all seemed lost, a traitor had saved them from themselves. ~ Nathaniel Philbrick
We are all the product of things we've never seen and people we never met. In fact, if just one little detail had been changed in their lives, we may not even exist! ~ Melanie Johnston
You underestimate your value, Savannah." The threat was clear in her voice. "You do as I tell you. Simple as that. Your life is mine now." From Vampire Princess Rising- book two in the Winters Saga ~ Jami Brumfield
You know the phrase 'hard to get'?" K.T. asks.
"Yeah."
"Forget hard to get. Chasing Mari would be like Mission: Impossible. ~ Erica Cameron
I'm getting used to the fact that you find me incredibly forgettable. ~ Erica Cameron
Then you have this other phenomena of the paranormal romance. It's all the benefits of being a vampire without the sacrifices. By the gods, Meyer's vampires walk around sparkling in the daylight and some are vegetarians. But this phenomenon is also tied to a lot of our communal fears. Fear of aging. Fear of fading youth. Fear of loneliness. But whereas the classic motifs are more concerned with confronting and overcoming our fears, the fears of the paranormal romance genre become twisted fantasies of denial. The idea of staying young, attractive and powerful for eternity feeds into the modern self-absorbed ethos. ~ Julie Ann Dawson
