Ares And Raquel Quotes

I wish she’d said something different, but patriarchy is as prevalent around the world as racism and xenophobia are. We can’t hide from it, not even here.

Tú eres... mi bruja. La chica que me hechizó, que me hace querer ser diferente, intentar cosas nuevas que asustan, pero que, por ti, valen la pena.

Tú me haces sentir y no quiero hacerlo.

Right now I am thinking of writing another cookbook. All cookbooks have a gimmick, and mine will be that it contains recipes that I have invented and named after famous people. Some of them are: Brisket of Brynner (very lean meat) Carson Casserole (it's got everything on it) Barbecued Walters Marinated Maude Roasted Rhoda King King Curry (it will feed about eight thousand people) Fricassee of Fonzi Pickled Rickles Raquel Relish Leftovers à la Gabors

Even more confused than before, I started backing up. I’d go around and get in through the kitchen; David and Raquel had to know what was going on. Unfortunately for all of us, that was when Lend came out the front door, immediately collapsed with a thunk that made me cringe, and—perfect—went completely transparent. The police officers stopped fighting, every eye glued on my boyfriend, now essentially invisible other than this T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. “Okay,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “No. This is unacceptable. I don’t care what the bleep is going on, we’re going to get it settled immediately or I swear I will give you all to the Dark Queen and let her feed on your dreams for the rest of eternity.” Every head turned my direction, their faces a portrait of shock and disbelief. “What, you’ve never seen a boy made of water before? Yawn. Go down to the pond—it’ll really blow your mind.” One close to the front—barrel-chested, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a thick mustache—shook his head as though trying to clear it. “Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.” He tried to look at me, but his eyes kept drifting back to Lend. “You’re under—We’re here to—Could you please come with us?” I rolled my eyes. “No, I couldn’t. You’re last place in a very long line of people who want me right now. Besides, I haven’t done anything.” “Actually,” said a painfully tall and thin officer with a voice that struggled between tenor and bass but really sounded like a dog with something caught in its throat, “you’re wanted for terrorism.” He shrugged apologetically. “We’re supposed to take you into NSA headquarters.” “I think you have the wrong acronym there,” I said. This had Anne-Whatever Whatever written all over it.

Raquel laughed, and David joined her. They sounded slightly manic. “You’re free now,” he said. “Of all of it,” she answered, and I looked up to see them locked in a gaze I’d previously only observed between actors on Easton Heights—one filled with all the things unspoken over the years, all the betrayals and fears and pain left behind in favor of overwhelming love. It was beautiful. Oh, who am I kidding, it was awkward as all heck and I didn’t have time for it. “Okay! So, you may have noticed Lend is in the kitchen.” “Mmm hmm,” Raquel answered, reaching up to smooth down a stray piece of David’s hair. “Yeah, that’d be the big faerie curse.” “Farie curse?” She actually turned toward me; David took both her hands in his. “Yup. Really funny one, too. See, any time Lend and I are in the same room or can see each other or could actually, you know, touch, he falls fast asleep.” “Oh,” Raquel frowned. “So I need your help. You know all the names of the IPCA controlled faeries, right?” She nodded, her frown deepening. “Well, it was a dark faerie curse, so I figure we need a dark faerie to undo it. So you call an Unseelie faerie, we give him or her a named command to break the curse, ta-da, we can double-date!” “Wait, who can double-date?” Lend asked. “I’ll let your dad tell you. So. Faerie?” Raquel heaved a sigh, along the lines of her famous things never get easier, do they? sign, and, boy, I agreed with her. “To be honest, I don’t know which court most of the faeries belong to.” “You don’t? How can you not know? It seems like pretty vital information to me. You know, ‘Are you a member of the evil court kidnapping humans and plotting world domination, or a member of the moderately less evil court who just wants to get the crap off the planet?’ sort of a survey when you get them.

IN THE PRESENCE OF MY ENEMIES, I FIND REST! Evil exist in plain sight, and so does the divine light. One is hidden, and the other the world accepts with delight. Darkness has risen publicly while the Divine hides his lights in plain sight. The lights communicate intuitively, working internally, paralleling their energy and waiting on the divine green light to rise. Everyone is waiting for someone to come and lead them out of the darkness. The sleepers will not accept the lights when they arrive, maybe because of who they are, but the divine power will dominate. A new earth will come, and the old will pass away until another cycle is set in motion.

Ordinary does not define your individuality. When you live from within, you activate your uniqueness. Your brokenness transcends into your extraordinary greatness. Your essence cannot be bought or duplicated. Aspire from the ashes to embrace your authenticity with courage and no longer be embarrassed about who you are. You do not fit in because you do not fit

Daniel nodded and sat down. ‘Seeing the Earth like that, Rac. I mean - you’ve always known it was just a ball in space. But seeing it for the first time .... It brings it home to you just how bloody stupid and small-minded national boundaries and wars are. We’re a speck of nothingness. We’ve got one tiny planet and all we can do is fight over it and poison it. There’s nothing else we can live on for billions and billions of miles, and only a four-mile layer of the Earth can support us. That’s from sea-level to a height of twenty-thousand feet. Just four miles. Think what a four-mile drive is, Rac - from here to the outside of town. A million years of human history acted out in a microscopic four-mile wide belt - the same one that we’ve got to use for our future ... assuming we’ve got one.’ Raquel had sat opposite Daniel during his outburst. She studied him intently, her eyes large and serious. ‘Do you want to stop this business? Because if you do, I’d be happy to as well.’ ‘I thought you liked adventure and excitement?’ ‘There’s precious little adventure and excitement in what we’re doing, Daniel. I like running this place because I’m with you. That’s all that matters to me now, Daniel - being with you - doing what you want.’ He shook his head, undecided. ‘Right now I don’t know what I want, Rac.’ ‘If you want to carry on, you’ve got to tell them at home what you’re doing. We can’t carry on alone and you know we can’t.’ Daniel smiled and drew Raquel on to his lap. ‘I had a crazy dream of returning home with all the drawings.’ ‘And be hailed as your country’s saviour?

stinging with the onset of her tears.  She could feel her anger rising, a tingle of electricity ran down her spine, raising the hair on her arms. Balthazar felt the sudden shift in the girl’s aura.  The tangy smell of raw power filled his nose.  He could sense Alexandra’s anger, but something else about her was different.  Something deep within her had fundamentally changed.  “Let me go home, now,” Alex said, wiping the trail of tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.  “You going home was never part of the plan,” Balthazar said, “and now that I see how valuable you truly are, I can never let you go.” “That’s not fair,” she screamed,

the best things always seem much harder than they are. Fate will catch up no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

We became Facebook friends, I later invited them to dinner, and now here we are. At my dining table, where I have drugged them.