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“You don't have to tell me a damn thing, Hannah the Same Backward as Forward.' My voice is a rumble in my chest, an oath in the night. 'But whatever you want to give me, I'll take.' I'm not just talking about right now-or just about her secrets. If she needs someone to hate, let it be me. If she needs someone to listen, I will hang on her every word. If she wants to scream but can't, I will scream my own throat raw. And if all I can do for her is make it across these damn rocks to that lighthouse, then I don't care home much it hurts.”

TobyThe Inheritance GamesEpic Love StoryHannah Rooney
Book:The Same Backward as Forward
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“Sloane?” Lia turned to her next. Sloane stared at Lia, a blush spreading over her cheeks. “I’m not undressing until we establish a conversion rate,” she informed us tartly, gesturing toward her mountain of chips. “Sloane,” Michael said. “Yes?” “How would you feel about a second cup of coffee?” Forty-five seconds later, Sloane was in the kitchen, and neither of the boys was wearing a shirt.”

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Book:Killer Instinct
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“Cassie. A word.” I glanced at Michael, wondering what—if anything—Briggs knew about what Michael, Sloane, and I had been up to. “Ambidextrous,” Sloane said suddenly. “This should be good,” Lia murmured. Sloane cleared her throat. “Agent Briggs asked for a word. Ambidextrous is a good one. Less than point-five percent of the words in the English language contain all five vowels.” I was grateful for the distraction, but unfortunately, Briggs didn’t bite. “Cassie?”

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Book:The Naturals
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“Did you know that the average life span of the hairy-nosed wombat is ten to twelve years?” Apparently, Sloane had decided that when I said I was fine, I was lying. The more coffee my roommate ingested, the lower her threshold for keeping random statistics to herself—especially if she thought someone needed a distraction. “The longest-living wombat in captivity lived thirty-four years,” Sloane continued, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. Given that we shared a bedroom, I probably should have objected more strenuously to cup of coffee number two. Tonight, though, I found Sloane’s high-speed statistical babbling to be strangely soothing. Profiling Sterling hadn’t kept me from thinking about Locke. Maybe this would. “Tell me more about wombats,” I said. With the look of a small child awaking to a miracle on Christmas morning, Sloane beamed at me and complied.”

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Book:Killer Instinct
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“This encryption is pathetic,” Sloane said. “It’s like they want me to hack their files.” She was sitting cross-legged on the end of her bed, her laptop balanced on her knees. Her fingers flew across the keys as she worked on breaking through the protection on the pilfered USB drive. A stray piece of blond hair drifted into her face, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Done!” Sloane turned the laptop around so the two of us could see it. “Seven files,” she said.”

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Book:The Naturals
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“Sloane looked on from behind a veritable mountain of Oreos. “I’ll sit this one out,” she said. “Also, I’m entertaining the idea of eating some of my poker chips. Can we agree that an Oreo missing its frosting is worth two-thirds of its normal amount?” “Just eat the cookies,” I told her, eyeing her pile mournfully—and only partially joking. “You have plenty to spare.” Before joining the Naturals program, Sloane had been Las Vegas born and raised. She’d been counting cards since she’d learned to count. She sat out about a third of the hands, but won every single hand she played.”

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Book:Killer Instinct
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“What if he hates me?" "No one could possibly hate you, Xander," I told him, my heart twisting. "Avery, people have hated me my whole life." There was something in his tone that made me think that very few people understood what it was like to be Xander Hawthorne. "Not anyone who knows you," I said fiercely. Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry. "Do you think it's okay," he said, sounding younger than I'd ever heard him, "that I loved playing those Saturday morning games? Loved growing up here? Loved the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne?”

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Book:The Final Gambit
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“Heiress, before we start spilling secrets, I'm going to need you to promise me a plane.' 'A plane?' I gave him an incredulous look. 'You have several.' Jameson smiled. 'I want to borrow one.' 'Why do you need a plane?' Grayson asked suspiciously. Jameson waved away the question. 'Fine,' I told him. 'You can take one of my planes.' Yet another sentence I never thought I'd say.”

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Book:The Hawthorne Legacy
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