I open my eyes and thrust my arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a gasp I can't contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood sizzles on the coals.
I am selfish. I am brave.
Last Sacrifice, Richelle Mead
"You're a hypocrite, comrade. We're either both guilty or both innocent. Pick."
Bloodlines, Richelle Mead
To be fair, the day started off great.
The Activist WPA: Changing Stories about Writing and Writers, Linda Adler-Kassner
Framing our goals within existing strategies, as Williamson suggests, can result in tactical gains--more money for existing programs, new programs themselves. But the strategic costs of tactical gains can be extraordinarily high--high enough, in fact, that they (and we, because we participate in them) undermine the very strategic goals for which we are working in the first place.
Veronica Mars: The Thousand-dollar Tan Line, Rob Thomas & Jennifer Graham
"No one cares that she's missing."
The words swiped at Veronica, and she flinched. She suddenly realized that this was Bri Lafond's first lesson that people sucked.
The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
MacRieve, Kresley Cole
As her situation sank in, Chloe repeated to herself, Rub some dirt on it, rub some dirt on it. But this was so far beyond the realm of I'm just happy to be here.
Half-Off Ragnarok, Seanan McGuire
I walked to the closet, where I stopped, cleared my throat, and said, "The Time of Science is upon us."
Live with Aeslin long enough, you learn how to pronounce capitals.
The Golden Lily, Richelle Mead
"I don't want things to move too fast."
"Right," Eddie said. "Because there's no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance."
Black Widow: The Name of the Rose (graphic novel), Marjorie M. Liu & Daniel Acuña
LOGAN: Just a flesh wound, right?
NATASHA: Bleeding stumps are flesh wounds. What I've got is a scratch.
The Indigo Spell, Richelle Mead
"And I don't like guns."
"Do you like being put into a coma and aging before your time?" asked Adrian.
Chimes at Midnight, Seanan McGuire
"I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can't deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep."
Vampire Academy (graphic novel), Richelle Mead & Leigh Dragoon
DIMITRI: So tell me this: you and Lissa are at the mall and a Strigoi comes at you. What do you do?
ROSE: Depends what store we're in.
Vampire Academy: Frostbite (graphic novel), Richelle Mead & Leigh Dragoon
Don't worry--I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once. (I don't recommend it.)
Serenity: Those Left Behind (graphic novel), Joss Whedon & Brett Matthews
MAL: Anyone else has words, now would be the time.
RIVER: I hate that color on you. I always have.
Serenity: Better Days (graphic novel), Joss Whedon & Brett Matthews
MAL: Guess I'm just unlucky.
INARA: You're professionally unlucky, Malcolm. Actual luck must terrify you.
GenAdmin: Theorizing WPA Identities in the Twenty-First Century, Colin Charlton, Jonikka Charlton, Tarez Samra Graban, Kathleen J. Ryan, & Amy Ferdinandt Stolley
In the majority of our administrative experiences, programmatic change is neither sexy nor groundbreaking nor even revolutionary. The fairest and most productive way of delineating such change is to say that it is aggregative.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
The Fiery Heart, Richelle Mead
"No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you."
I managed a wavering smile, tasting blood in my mouth. "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me."
Insurgent, Veronica Roth
I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
Allegiant, Veronica Roth
"I just want him to be gone," Evelyn says, her voice tight and small, like a child's. I wonder if she's still afraid of him, in the way that I'm still afraid of him, like a nightmare that keeps resurfacing during the day.
Wild Invitation, Nalini Singh
She laughed, and he knew that today was going to be one of the best days of his life.
While We Run, Karen Healey
There was a trace of fear clouding my voice, like a drop of ink in a still pool.
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