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“Death simply is. It steals your breath and leaves you for another, giving you not a second thought. Like an absent father, like an emotionless lover, Death does not discriminate its victims, neither loving nor hating. And yet those left alive remain, never quite finding the lost pieces of their souls that Death casually snags along the way.”

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Book:The Witchling and the Huntswoman
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“Looks like Quackula got the best of you,” said Jeff. Braeden snorted. “Something like that.” “What’d you do to it?” asked Maya. “Nothing. I thought it was a big duck at first.” Braeden shook his head. “Never saw a goose up close before. Didn’t really think about it until it started hissing.” Jeff rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. 'How can you grow up near a lake and not tell the difference between a duck and a goose?”

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“Jeff gnawed on his tongue. “I’ve always been small for my age. Maya, too.” Braeden nodded again. “Made me an easy target. It was a game, I guess. Kids would pick on me, say stupid shit. Try to see who could make me cry.” “I can’t imagine you crying.” Heat laced through Jeff’s cheeks. Whatever had made him open up now made him want to shut down. It was ridiculous, admitting weakness, especially now that he was older, so close to being an adult, and no one messed with him anymore. “Sorry,” said Braeden. “I won’t comment.” He raised a solemn hand. “Scout’s honor.” “You would’ve been in scouts,” muttered Jeff. Braeden smiled.”

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Book:Burning Britely
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“A dark voice within warned him to stop, but Aaron brushed it off. He flashed Holden a patronizing smile. “All right, then. Why not here? I have no problem giving you a fair fight, considering our history.” Slowly Holden relaxed his arms. There was a dark glimpse of metal, and then he took quick aim with his right hand. The short, lonely barrel of a gun stared Aaron in the eye. Even in his surprised state, Aaron could see what he was up against. An innocuous-looking Remington 1911, its wood-grip base outdated in style, but its precision and reliability lauded throughout the years. “Considering our history,” Holden said through his teeth, “I have no interest in fair.”

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Book:Call of the Lycan
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