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I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark

My heart has been stolen by you.

Even if I'm being selfish, but I want you to only look at me.

The person that I like is someone that I am uneasy about...

Ultraviolence" He used to call me DN That stood for deadly nightshade Cause I was filled with poison But blessed with beauty and rage Jim told me that He hit me and it felt like a kiss Jim brought me back Reminded me of when we were kids With his ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence He used to call me poison Like I was poison ivy I could have died right there Cause he was right beside me Jim raised me up He hurt me but it felt like true love Jim taught me that Loving him was never enough With his ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence We could go back to New York Loving you was really hard We could go back to Woodstock Where they don't know who we are Heaven is on earth I will do anything for you, babe Blessed is this, this union Crying tears of gold, like lemonade I love you the first time I love you the last time Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines Cause I'm your jazz singer And you're my cult leader I love you forever, I love you forever With his ultraviolence (lay me down tonight) Ultraviolence (in my linen and curls) Ultraviolence (lay me down tonight) Ultraviolence (Riviera girls) I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence

If they're going to get policewomen to jump me... I wish they'd get sexier ones..

...e estava livre como um passarinho. Não daqueles que estão em gaiolas. Os outros.

Um lugar que tinha como alma a Palavra.

O que vivi merece ser escrito, para me lembrar que vivi

Waaahh!!! Daisukiii!

No matter how many tears I've cried. your still not there.no matter how sweet my smile was, you still di'dn't care. No matter how much affection I show.I'm still at the dark.No matter how much I love you, you still broke my heart.

Throughout history, works of art have been stolen under mysterious circumstances...Said by some to be the work of "Phantom" thieves... ...Others dismiss it as mere myth. But in this country, the stories are all too true. The name of this mysterious thief? "Dark." And his true identity? No one knows...

You know, this is the first place that’s felt like a home to me in a long time. In forever, really. But since you’ve been gone, it’s just a house again.

o mosquito acaba por usar o ser humano como se ele fosse um pacote de néctar de pêssego: é espetar a palhinha e vai disto.

It...It...It's... The peeping tom!!

When such men as Laurence Fitzgibbon were called upon to act as governors, was it not to be expected that the ignorant but still intelligent Bunces of the population should— “d––––n it all”?

Ah, yes, a vampire’s two worst fears: angry cat and pointy stick.

Guilt has got a power; it never leaves us until it sorts out with the actual pain

Alistair would never reject her, never make her feel ashamed of her desires...never make her hold back.” - Felicity (The Pleasure Room)

We’re all living an existence we don’t deserve; we all have been given too much or too little and sometimes both at once. And wherever we can’t change that, we just have to do our best with it, to take care of those we love—and that should include ourselves. It has to include ourselves. We all deserve that, at least.

There’s nothing more attractive than a handsome vampire explaining his nerdy passions while wearing a rumpled suit in the middle of the night.

Trust is a funny thing; half logic, half nonsense.

Love is imperfect—it’s downright fucked up sometimes, honestly—but you can’t manhandle it into shape and you can’t force anyone to be yours.

You are not responsible for the way you internalize the trauma inflicted on you, only whether you turn around and inflict that pain on others.

Oh, yes, was I not clear? The thing I find glorious is that you are a tiny, spiteful gremlin.

You need more than just bravery in this life. You need safety too.

Varför läser du? Jag läser för att känna igen mig.

Gosto de conhecer pessoas. Não tenho a nossa espécie em grande conta mas gosto de conhecer pessoas.

Pain doesn't make people, love does. Love is what saves them. Which you would know but you have none around you.

That was what dreams were for—getting you horny in circumstances that made your waking self reevaluate your sanity.

Vampiros é o que está a dar – diz o editor – vampiros e sexo desenfreado para senhoras que já não fazem sexo, nem desenfreado nem com freio. Não podemos errar se fizermos um livro em que senhoras que já não fazem sexo, fazem sexo desenfreado com vampiros; ou se fizermos um livro sobre senhoras que, sendo vampiras, já não fazem sexo e acabam por fazê-lo de forma desenfreada.

dearest gabriel, if you are reading this note, we fear the worst. above all, get yourself to safety. be sure to keep the Contents of this bOx safe, though. you will need it. we’re sorry we coulDn’t spEnd YOUR BIRTHDAY with you, but we’ll be sure to have cupcakes when you get to us. with love, mãe e pai “Who are Mãe e Pai?” Cleo asked. “Those words mean mother and father in Portuguese.

If life was perfect,how in the hell would v evr learn to depend on someone other dn ourselves?If anything,dt’s wat life’s taught me.D need to b perfect is stemmed in d very belief dt it’s actually something v cn achieve.Self-actualization —doesn’t exist.” “Does dt mean v don’t try then?” “No.” “It just means wen u reach end of ur rope,u shdn’t regret a damn thing,bt applaud urself for trying impossible

The teenagers should have run. Most kids from the surrounding neighborhoods are would have. But not these, wielding their Caucasian ancestry and designer labels like shields as their expressions hardened.

Saya kira, kita semua sependapat, bahwa untuk menyetujui atau tidak menyetujui sesuatu, orang harus mengetahui apa yang disetujui atau tidak disetujuinya itu, dan itu hanya bisa dengan mempelajarinya sungguh-sungguh.

SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds; Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness . . .    INTERPERSONAL SADNESSES: Sadness of being sad in front of one’s parent; Sa[dn]ess of false love; Sadness of love [sic]; Friendship sadness; Sadness of a bad conversation; Sadness of the could-have-been; Secret sadness . . . 

C'es l'histoire d'un curé qui se prive de manger pour sauver un Arabe, d'un Arabe qui sauve un Juif en lui donnant encore de raison de croire, d'n Juif qui tient l'Arabe au creux de ses bras, tandis qu'il va mourir, en attendant son tour ; tu vois, c'est l'histoire du monde des hommes avec ses moments de merveilles insoupçonnées.

Quando pensava na morte dele, que, devo dizer, não foram assim tantas vezes, sempre pensei nos termos que usaste, que todos os fios dn«entro dele se tinham quebrado. Mas há milhares de maneiras de olhar para a coisa: talvez os fios se partam, ou talvez o nosso navio afunde, ou talvez sejamos erva, as nossas raízes interdependentes de tal forma que nunca ninguém está morto enquanto alguém estiver vivo. O que quero dizer é que não nos faltam metáforas. Mas temos de ter cuidado com a metáfora que escolhemos, porque isso é importante. Se escolhemos os fios, estamos a imaginar um mundo no qual podemos ficar irreparavelmente danificados. Se escolhemos a erva, estamos a dizer que todos estamos infinitamente interligados, que podemos usar esse sistema de raízes, não só para nos compreendermos uns aos outros ma também para nos tornarmos uns nos outros. As metáforas têm implicações, percebes o que quero dizer?

Never try to balance work and life. If you think you can be at work and be a mother at the same time and not compromise on something, you’re superhuman, meaning you don’t exist. I found success mastering that teeter-totter in the playground.

And once the Houses were created and mortals were selected to help in our fight against the Underworld, it became more manageable.

What you make of our sacrifice is of no importance. This is how things are. I am not requesting your input on the matter. I’m simply telling you that the importance of mortals in our constant fight against the monsters of the Underworld cannot be ignored.” She dragged herself closer to the edge of the chair. “But we’ve been waiting for someone like you for a very long time now, and there’s a good chance that with you on our side, we can finally put an end to this for good.

And then came that familiar ache, the one I still couldn’t explain but always had across all those dreams, no matter who I was in them or in which timeline or which place I happened to be in. It was a throbbing pain right in my gut that came from missing something so much it almost made me physically sick—so much worse than the rocking boat. I missed magic. I missed feeling it vibrating in my fingers, and right now, in the dream, as I looked down at my hands, I imagined what it would feel like to just release it into the world, set it free, see what it did, see if it was as bright as the sun falling behind the horizon, drenched in all those colors. But the voice in the back of my head, this time that of a man’s, was there to warn me just like in all the other dreams—no magic, not for any reason, ever.

I turned to the goddess and raised my sword, certain of only one thing: I still had so much to understand, but it also felt right. This whole thing, the truth as they told it to me, as absurd as it seemed to me now, it felt right. And I was not about to quit on whatever this was until I knew everything.

But one morning he woke up screaming, saying that they’re coming and accusing Houses of being corrupt and accusing our neighbors—Mave’s dad even—of working against Elyseans. It got worse within the month, and then he hardly even recognized us anymore,

He is. And healers can do a great deal with magic, but they can’t mend a broken mind. Nobody can do that,” Max said. “Whatever triggered it, they say it was powerful. Too powerful. Maybe even a spell, I don’t know.” “What do you mean, triggered it?

I was wrong—you’re not built for swords or daggers. This is going to be perfect for you. This—and bows, which I can’t teach you about while your muscles are still recovering. They shake a lot and it’s impossible to hit your mark with those arms. I keep forgetting you’re only mortal right now.” Something about the way she said that…

Unfaithfulness is many things, never just an act. It is a mirror that sees deep into one’s soul; it is a statement, plain and simple, of how one truly feels about you. Unfaithfulness is the highest form of humiliation.

Why would a goddess like Hera disguise herself as a laundry woman? And for me?! It made no sense, plus Arti didn’t say that Hera had been on Earth when the Seasons were kidnapped, did she?

But I would choose your safety over everything, Snowflake. I’d choose a lifetime of suffering over seeing you hurt.

This is mine,” he told me, thrusting the tip of his finger inside me. “My cum. My pussy.

Think about this while you’re touching yourself, beautiful,” he said, then slipped his fingers inside me again, this time deeper. “Think about this while you wait for me.

Well then my Nectar is between your legs, baby,

Be back soon, okay? I hate missing you,” I mumbled, holding his face close for a second so I could kiss him, too. “Miss me hard. It’ll be worth it,” he said.

He then took the rectangular opal out of the box and took my hand in his, gently placing it right in the middle of my palm. It felt wrong somehow. This was exactly the same kind of a godstone that Shade had in his back, and it felt wrong to be doing this without him.

To the few of Hades’s Bloodline who have access to the Void. It’s kind of like a double-edged sword. The easier they access the Void, the more powerful they are, but the more power the Void has over them as well, you know? I only know what I’ve heard here and there, but the Void takes over every once in a while, and they can’t really control it. Nobody truly understands the Void, but they do know how to minimize the damage it can cause by making vessels of gold and warding the hell out of them to keep it contained.” “Contained,” I muttered. I didn’t like that word—it wasn’t true. The Void couldn’t be contained. At least it didn’t feel like it.

You’re my hero, Sera Sinclair,” he said, cheeks red and those big curls of his hair bouncing all over the place. “I’ll be the damn villain soon if you don’t get me that coffee,” I said.

I got you this, too.” She handed me a small book next with colorful covers—a children’s book.

Hold onto it, and when this is over, give it a read,” Mave said.

It is true, though—so much of this we can’t control. But you wanna know something I learned only recently?” She rolled her eyes dramatically and pretended to be annoyed. “Sure, why not.” “It’s what we do with what we’re given that makes the difference.

Even if it’s hard as shit and could potentially cost you your life as you know it?” “I’m no pro at this, but yeah. Choosing the right way is pretty hard, especially when you have to walk it alone, without the people you care about or those who were supposed to protect you.

How crazy that we can miss something that never even existed. I missed the life I could have had with all my heart.

Hey, that’s my dad.” I looked at him. “What?” “My dad. That’s him.

I saw Alan, too—she’s just a little girl, he'd said. She’s Mim’s age—she’s just a little girl! “Mim,” I choked because of course. Of course, I remembered that name—how could I forget? “That’s me,” Max said,

His father. Alan was Max’s father.

Our godlight works better in his darkness. There's too many of them—we need him!

Mortal flesh is their favorite food, and they’re coming for you. I suggest you get to the fucking Vault like your life depends on it—because it does.

Avery Johnson said to the others, “Are you kidding me? That’s her?!

Do you even know who he is?” Avery whispered in my ear from behind me, so low I barely heard it. I turned to look at her, no longer able to even be startled. “Do you?” I asked because she seemed to think that she did. But she raised her hands and shrugged without a word, as if to say, just warning you. She could keep her damn warnings to herself

Death’s greatest trick was turning Time into an ally and convincing it to stay in the dark. For if we knew when Death comes for us, we wouldn’t bother to live. Instead, we indulge ourselves in this hope—despite the certainty of Death—that it will not come for us. We choose to believe that we will escape it somehow, in some unthinkable way, because to live is the greatest desire our Father has both blessed and cursed us with.

Mortals, get in the back,” she said, pointing at the deep darkness at the end of the cave. “Why?” I choked, unsure why it even mattered—hadn’t the world gone to shit already? Why would I bother to pretend like I understood anything? And we were safe here, weren’t we? That door was insanely big, impenetrable—why would we need to move back? Carmine’s wide blue eyes locked with mine, and she whispered, “Because they can smell you.

Remember the boogieman stories they used to tell us when we were kids?” she said. “Well, they’re like that, except worse, and real, and a lot of them.

Something was rising inside me, something foreign, but a part of me all the same. Something that had always been there, but I felt it for the first time, too.

It’s good to finally meet you, Sera,” she said, stepping deeper into the room, nodding like she was pleased with whatever she saw in me. “We’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.

But how?” said someone else, a woman I’d never spoken to before. “I don’t understand—I’ve never seen anything like it before. All that godlight…and she hasn’t even been endowed!

I’ve never told you this before because I know you know it, but I love you, my beautiful Snowflake. I love your light and your dark. I love your glow and your tears. I’ll bring the whole world to their knees for you.

Why are you…why were you always nice to me?” And why did you give me that transmitter stone? And why did you save me from the animals Jasper had unleashed on me that second time? And why… “Because I know your heart, dear. You’re kind. That’s much rarer nowadays that you’d think,

There are others, so many others who have so many great qualities.” She stood up from the bed, straightening the wrinkles of her dress. “Smart people. Strong people. Courageous people,” Eeda said, then leaned a bit closer to my face like she was about to tell me a secret. “And it is quite true that fortune favors the bold, my dear. But the Fates have always favored the kind,

Who are you?” Her smile stretched slowly, and it kind of made me think of a rainbow climbing up to the sky after warm summer rain. “I am your mother,” Eeda said. “I am the mother of all.

That was the reason why I had accepted the invitation to the Academy. Alan. Tobias. Peter.

The Elyseans might have changed a lot about me, but I was still standing. I still had hope. They hadn’t broken me all the way, despite their best attempts. One way or another, I was going to be free eventually. The rest, just like Miles said, we could figure out.

You are mortal and cannot wield magic, but you must know the very first rule at this Academy, which is that you cannot use magic against one another for any reason, under any circumstances,” Carmine said. “Our second, most important rule is that your attendance in every class is mandatory. If you’re sick, you see our healer, and you get back to class. If you haven’t slept because of your own reasons—or ours—you will remain in your classes until the end of day. If you’re injured or bleeding, you will remain in your classes until the end of day. In other words, the only reason why you can be excused from your daily classes and assignments is if you are unconscious—or dead.

Should you ever hear this sound, you stop whatever you are doing, and you make your way to the Vault, which is in the basement. Do you understand me, mortals?” Her cold eyes fell on all our faces. “This is not a joke. It is important that you understand to run if you ever hear that siren. Run to the Vault—immediately.” Why? The question was at the tip of my tongue. Why the hell would there be a need for a siren, and why did we need to run, and what the hell kind of room was called The Vault? What was it for?

Nobody had been with me behind the Golden Doors of Freedom. Nobody knew that I’d been brought back from the dead. Nobody—except Alan, Tobias, and Peter.

It takes a lifetime of commitment and understanding to know who you are. Will you really concern yourself with the opinion of others when most die without ever knowing themselves?

The Arges has a way of swallowing mortals all the time. We rarely even find the bodies,” he whispered, and it was all I could do not to turn and push him off me. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you. The walls have ears here.” I turned my head to the side. “Good thing you’re not me then,

Myself and all the other mortals, dead on the ground, bleeding, while a robot made out of silver plaques spun on its single wheel and clapped its metal hands, singing: Welcome, mortals. Welcome, mortals. Welcome, mortals. Welcome, mortals…

Don’t look,” she spit. “It’s just a prank. Just a stupid prank—move!” But I already knew it wasn’t. I’d seen Kyra. A prank wouldn’t have made her look the way she had—scared shitless, like she knew for a fact that the sky was going to fall on our heads any second.

The two emeralds on her golden bracelets pulsated with energy, and I felt all of it perfectly—felt the heat, like a caress against my skin, and felt the sheer magnitude of it, how powerful it was and how much it could do. I felt it the way I wasn’t supposed to feel it at all. Just like I saw their godstones pulsating with magic that I wasn’t supposed to see. Just like I’d seen the faces of gods in the trials that I wasn’t supposed to see.

Combat Training, which began at six p.m. The class was held in the Artemis Arena,

And Professor Novak kept on talking about the importance of strengthening our bodies, of growing our muscles, of working on our elasticity—because all of that is crucial in war. Which made me wonder where the hell that war they kept talking about was.

They’re basically alive, the Voids,

Well, if that’s really the case, then the Void likes me.” And I was almost completely certain of that because the darkness had always been warm and pleasant against my skin. I’d felt so safe in there. I craved being in it to this day.

They can kill you all on their own without needing to be commanded.

Do not trust the compliment of those who stand to gain from you.

But Shade met my eyes again, and he looked just as tortured still. God, I hated that he always made me do this. “I’m fine,” I forced myself to say. I hated that I always had to reassure him that I was okay whenever something happened, and he showed up at my door looking like the fucking harbinger of death.

I looked under the door—instinctively searching for blood—and instead I found the shadows there, slithering an inch into the room, licking the marble floor but never spreading the way they did back at the Palace. Shade. All rational thought slipped away from me. It was kind of impressive how I lost myself, and I didn’t even have to actually see him. Even just his darkness worked.

If your goal is to make me lose my fucking mind, congratulations—you just achieved it,” he hissed. “If anybody touches you…if anybody dares to come near you, I will make it hurt. I will make it last. I will take my fucking time with them, Snowflake.

You’re a pretty face, Shade. And I’m only a woman. I wouldn’t think too much of it, anyway,” I continued. “The way the boys look around here? I’ll find my body something else to keep busy with in no time. Plenty of pretty faces to last me the whole year.

You smell like poison,” Shade whispered from behind me. “And my favorite sin.