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I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

You are so much like your mother. Stubborn and relentless when you’re focused on something.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them.

A dragon's heart burns fiercely, even in the face of evil.

He lived like a devil and died like a saint

It wasn’t a death stare--not for a few seconds at least.

You won’t throw up. Unless you’re allergic to lemon root… but let’s not worry about that now.

The road to power is forged with lies and lives,” Loch says. “I have no regrets.

Will they come if you whistle? If you can’t whistle loud enough, Teague here would be happy to help you out.

Any other man would have done either of two things by now: they would have tried to run, or they would have begged for mercy. But Loch isn’t just any man.

You live on an island, surrounded by the ocean, and you don’t like seafood?” “Yes, the irony is not lost on me.

He’s never asked my opinion before. I can’t decide whether to feel honored or put on the spot. Maybe a bit of both.

Let’s just say that sometimes it takes a lot of wrong to make things right again.

I must be dead,” I mutter. How else can I explain the fact that I ogled him as if I've never seen a man before? I had, of course. Just not many worthy of a second look.

I thought you had more self-control,” I whisper. With his face so close, I can practically feel his kiss. “I am about to reevaluate that fact.

Unimaginable white-hot agony stabs into his mind. Pain shouldn’t have a color, he thinks before all thoughts are gone.

I feel as if he is judging me, only to find I’ve fallen short of his expectations. I recognize it, because I've seen such a disappointing look before. Father’s.

When I grow up, I want to be just like her--so confident and so in control.

…she was so exhausted and tired, so overwhelmed, that she needed a Red Bull, to calm down and fall asleep.

I look up, right into the Archgod of Chaos and Destruction’s bewildered eyes, gathering more of my magic. “Here’s a taste of consequences.

I’ve failed with my magic,” I say with hands in fists. “Again!” “The palace is still standing. You sure it was a failure?

If he shows aptitude toward the A’ris element, meaning toward the healing arts, then he should contact the Healer’s Collage. Not that they would know much about magic. Anyone can become a healer these days.

Enough with the self-pity. You want things to change? Do something about it. Complaining will get you nowhere.

The purest love flows through my heart. Love that makes life worth living, filling it with purpose and happiness.

It must be frustrating for you to not know something, isn’t it?

My mind seems to empty of all thoughts and get stuck on the cruel fact of how powerful he looks. No one should look that good, with so much confidence.

Don’t rush, my dear. It is not fitting for a ma’hana, and only makes you look guilty.

I thought I would give you all a taste of how caring Uhna has been to us. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

I wish people would stop confusing the Magical Cleanse War with detox, as if it were a self-induced diarrhea and not a bloody battle. It is really not the same.

It’s not my fault your beauty makes it difficult for me to focus.

I have no use for the truth. I buried it deeply a long time ago.

But much time pass before war, no? Men talk long. Argue much. War may not happen, no?

If you've never woken up from a car accident to discover that your wife is dead and you're an animated, rotting corpse, then you probably wouldn't understand.

I’m not going to admit to him that I needed help. “I was doing just fine without you.

Are you going to kiss where you pinched? Ocuh! Stop hitting me, Glen! I’m hurrying!

It’s simple really. I don’t worry about things out of my control. I live only in the moment. Like this one. What could be better than being in the company of a beautiful girl at a festival, celebrating the arrival of spring?

Am I interrupting something important?” Teague asks and winks. “Like the start of an intergalactic conflict between Uhna and Teryn?

It was about time they got together. They were circling each other like deepwater sharks in mating season.

Ivy pulls the hood from her blond head and glares at him. “You almost killed me,” she says, massaging her throat.
Callum snorts. “Then you’d be dead. I don’t do anything halfway.

I didn’t realize there were so many Brainiacs,” Ivy whispers.

Are you telling me that they argue by fistfighting?!” I say. “How . . .? I mean, why . . .? I mean, stop this!

Don’t do anything harsh, Arrov,” I say. “You’ll kill him!” Callum smirks. “No, he won’t.”
“Yes, he will,” Teague says.

If you've never been in a dumpster coated with industrial waste while someone stabs you with a piece of sharpened rebar, then you probably wouldn't understand.

Is that blood around Fearghas’s mouth?

If Callum ever gets out of the way, I would like to rekindle what we had. We never had a real chance together.

Rhona’s eyes glint with frustration. “I am just splendid, thank you. No need to talk about me as if I am not in the room. Save your pity for someone else.

My mother tries to explain that I need support and that I'm just going through a period of adjustment. "Like puberty," she says.

Don’t listen to Glennie,” Isa says and pats Arrov’s forearm—that’s as high as she can reach. Bella adds, “You’ll change back to your old and handsome self soon.

Ivy grins. “You want me to spy on my mother? I thought you’d never ask.

How did you know to call to me for help?”
“I could sense a presence of someone magically powerful and I reached out instinctually.

Taking a deep breath, I am about to shout for Glenna when Moira says, No need to yell. Just use the k’bug, dear.
Oh. That’s better than alerting the whole monastery.

The quietest people have the loudest minds

I throw my hands up. “I wasn’t thinking that! You put the idea into my head and now it’s there! Are you happy?”
“Not particularly!” Callum says and storms out.

Rainbow-colored shimmer washes over me with power. Power that’s not magical but something ancient, before the time of magic.

Son, just what are you? A giant or a man?

Ivy shrugs. “Poisoning is the Marauders’ way. No offense, but feel free to take some.

Caderyn sure doesn’t beat around the seaweed!

Caderyn laughs. “Son, no one is entitled here except me.

The goal here is to avoid the lake. I can assure you; no swimming or other preparation is needed. We would not recommend swimming anyway. The lake is full of giant eels that attack anything that moves.

Caderyn lunges at Callum, who snaps a hook kick across Caderyn’s face. Caderyn’s head snaps back, but he stays rooted to the spot. He laughs and shakes his head. “That was a good point, son,” he says and punches Callum with a hook in the face.

You have two emotions—apathy and rage—and nothing in between.” Ellie wanted him to stop, but she could hear the truth in his words. She closed her eyes for his killing blow. “It’s like you’re not even a person. You’re an…organism.” “That’s not true.” Ellie forced her eyes open. “I am a person. I’m just not good at it.

Each of us has a door to walk through, maybe a thousand, and if we don’t walk through them, we aren’t alive. We aren’t human until we walk through that gate regardless of what’s on the other side.

How am I supposed to take it easy when all around me these creatures are in a perpetual state of ignorance?"...

We all look different, but we all are the same. We are all just human beings trying to make a difference in a world branded by globalisation.

Sometimes the world around you makes you do things you would never do out of the circumstances

Son, I hope your fur doesn’t stink when it rains.

Some Marauders do do that, but not the smart ones.” Ivy giggles. “I said, doo-doo.

First, those spaceships are mine, including the one Callum came here with, and not free to use as you wish,” Caderyn says. “Second, you are not a Teryn, and as such I do not have to honor your Bride’s Choice claim. We are done here.

Father clears his throat. “Losing my son made me realize how precious little time I have left with you. I know this is not something that we can patch up overnight. But maybe it’s not too late.

I would recommend you let Consuasor Staan go before he runs out of air. I would hate to see your case end up in front of the Senatus. There is only so much I can do to support the warriors, but even I cannot overlook murder.

Callum holds me tightly as we submerge under the water. Thin lines of air bubbles escape from his nose and mouth. He struggles to get back to the surface but to no avail—his heavy uniform and black boots weren’t meant for swimming.

A human life Is the time that happens while The Earth takes a break For you to live between Inhaling and exhaling your soul from the un-endless space Named infinity

love is a like a good book you can’t put down and you wish would never end. But with Infatuation and Lust, rather than enjoying how the story unfolds, you just skip to the last chapter.

Thank you, Glenna, that means a . . .” Arrov says, and his voice trails off when he notices that the twins are busy combing the long fur on his forearms. “What are you two doing?!”
“Just because you are a big blue giant,” Isa says, focused on her undertaking, “doesn’t mean you can stop taking care of your appearance.” “This will help get rid of those horrible knots,” Bella adds, still administering the beauty regimen.

Sometimes your dream is so special that... you can't kill it. You can't die even if you try. Life will find a way to fulfill it, and a way to keep you alive. Because the Earth needs dreamers to survive.

With two fingers, I pick it up to examine it. The black leather of the dagger’s hilt shows signs of frequent use. There is something about this dagger. It looks familiar to me, but I can’t imagine where I could have seen it. I turn it to the side. Its blade shines in the bright Fla’mma-infused candlelight. Dark blood covers the sharp tip of it.

A human life Is the time that happens while The Earth takes a break For you to live between Inhaling and exhaling your soul from the un-endless space Named infinity

Life is paradoxical, but I believe that I could also be the same person I am today, if life would have cut me with happiness instead of pain.

And so because he was half bastard, half gentleman, he asked for her bra

You say good-bye, and you think you'll be free. But I'll be awaiting you, in your final destiny.

We should run away. Get married and forget about anything else.”
I snort and slide my hands down to his chest, marveling at the hard and defined muscles. “Tempting, but you would regret it five minutes after we ran away.”
Callum tightens his fingers around my waist. “They would be the best five minutes of my life. Worth every second.

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. - MATTHEW 7:15

If I could blush, I'd be a third degree sunburn.

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.

Please. Don’t try and play games with me. It’s belittling. I’m not stupid — I can spot a wolf in sheep’s clothing when I see one - and your claws are showing.” -Enoch Michelson

But what am I, if not an infant? Born into a world of decay. Relearning how to walk and talk. Suckling from the bosom of hope.

Ten feet away on my right, a pair of wooden double doors remain. Still intact, they survived the devastation the Archgod of Chaos and Destruction, aka DLD, wreaked on Uhna. They stand proudly, refusing to give in to reality. The hot air from the Teryn ship blasts the doors, shaking them in their frame. The wood creaks, resisting the pressure for a moment. Then the doors come crashing down to the ground. If they couldn’t survive the arrival of the Teryn praelor, what chance do I have?

What do you say to a warmongering emperor who has conquered many worlds and displaced thousands of refugees from their homes in the process? Refugees that sought asylum on Uhna. “It’s uh . . .” I pause. I can’t say it’s an honor to meet him when he arrived at my world prepared to blast the corruption away with his armada, along with anyone who happened to be in his way. I focus on his positive traits and say, “You have a nice beard! It looks well established. May I call you Caderyn?” Caderyn scoffs. “No.

When it comes to danger,” he’d say, “everybody’s chicken. But there are two kinds of chickens—chicken hawks and chicken shits. And it doesn’t matter how high up you throw chicken shit, it ain’t never going to fly.

You're not safe with me." He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do this alone.

It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.

This growing attached to people really sucks.

The thing about Prejudice is, he has Tourette's Syndrome." from Fated by S.G. Browne

A myriad of small red violet-colored animals, like rabbits, burst out of the trees, surrounding the guardian god. Their long bushy tails, with specks of black among the silver hairs, remind me of the squirrels of my home world, Uhna. Their two-inch-long dark brown pedicles remind me of the female reindeer from Arrov’s home world, A’ice. But I’ve never seen rabbits that have green flower stalks with tiny white flowers entwined around their furry bodies, while A’nima magic clings to them. A tiny critter hops to me and rises on its hind legs to sniff my hand, its large green eyes glinting with surprising intelligence. Long whiskers move as its nose sniffles, then sneezes.

Jesus was not just a man filled with the baptism of the Holy Spirit, or blessed with the presence of God, like the prophets of the Old Testament. The fullnesss of that wonderful presence of the Lord's Spirit Being, not just a part of it, was incarnated in the body of Jesus Christ and flowed out from Him.

He lived like a devil and died like a saint. Life is paradoxical, but I believe that I could also be the person I am today, if life would have cut me with happiness, instead of pain. I would be the same. I didn’t need the pain to grow, or be who I really am inside of me. Because life, life cuts you like a precious stone and shows the brilliance of your essence…but maybe we can learn also with joy and happiness, and turn into the same persons, just happier. We don’t need pain to learn

It's not surprising that he doesn't have any manners. Most kids today don't. But if you ask me, it's a direct reflection of bad parenting. I can say this with complete certainty because I've never parented a day in my life and I enjoy making sweeping generalizations about how other people do a piss-poor job at something about which I have absolutely no experience.

It's a lot to live up to. These pressures of achieving. From the moment you're born, you're pounded with the expectations of what you need to actualize in order to become a success. Go to college. Get married. Raise a family. It's what you're supposed to do. The plans you're supposed to make. The life you're supposed to live. Diverge from the norm and you're frowned upon. Questioned. Shunned. There's something wrong with you if you're not interested in improving yourself. If you can't make a commitment of marriage. If you don't want to have children. So people earn a college degree so they can get a good job. They work at a job they hate just to earn a living. They spend two months' salary on an engagement ring. They pop out a couple of kids they don't really want just so they can fit in. Because it's what their parents did. Because it's what society expects you to do. Because it's safer to take the same path everyone else has traveled. Truth is, no one's listening to Robert Frost.

Why don't you just do it, then?" Racath hissed. "Just kill me. I dare you." Now, I assume you know what this is. You've seen this before in other stories - the part where the disgruntled villain stands over the hero. He is triumphant, the hero now at his mercy. But when commanded to slay him, he hesitates. He lowers his sword. And he says: "I cannot." If you are to take away but one thing from the words I have spoken, let it be this: there is a world of difference between "I Cannot" and "I will not". "I cannot" is a surrender. It implies a lack of options. Someone who says such a thing does so only because they have no other choice. They do not WISH to relent - in fact, they usually want to obey their mandate and destroy the hero at their feet. But they cannot, because the guilt is too unbearable. But that does not make him a better man; all that a man who says "I cannot" has done, is given in to the compulsion to repent. Allow me to make myself perfectly clear - I HAD other options. Easy options. Simple options. I could have killed Racath Thanjel that day. I could have killed him and all the others, too. I could have left them dead and bloody on that grassy hill, and gone trotting back to the Imperator's lap. I could have shrugged off the attrition that had dogged my every step, thought better of my disenssion, given up on all hope of absolution and accepted my damnation. And I could have spent the rest of eternity destroying God's green earth at Lavethion's side. I could have. It would have been so easy. So simple. So wrong. And I didn't want to. And so I took a sickened step away. Stabbed Osveta into the grass. Shook my head. And said: "I won't.

Oh, God in heaven, kill me now…” Rachel groaned. “I hate going to see Mrak. I always feel awkward going back to Velik Tor. After being a Scorpion for so long, after everything Oron’s told us about Mrak’s past…” she shook her head darkly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist the temptation to perforate his bowels.” Notak looked back down at the letter. “Post script,” he read aloud. “Rachel, please leave Mrak alive and unharmed. We still need him, unfortunately, no matter how tempting it is to perforate his bowels.” “You made that up, he did not say that!” Notak handed her the letter, pointing. “Right there at the bottom.” Rachel squinted at the writing. “Faul.