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“"Girl, are you on medication?" Nurse Debra asked."No, of course not," Madison answered impatiently."Maybe you should be," Debra muttered.”

Quote by Kerrelyn Sparks

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Kerrelyn Sparks
Kerrelyn Sparks

Kerrelyn Sparks is an American author born in 1955, known for her works in fantasy and science fiction, particularly for her focus on female heroines. Her unique writing style has won her a dedicated fan base. more

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“I'll join you, sir. You'll need help finding your way about the estate."His lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Begging your pardon, Lady Rosalind, but I didn't have a nursemaid when I was three, so I certainly don't need one now. I'm perfectly capable of navigating an estate alone.""I'm sure you are - indeed, you demonstrated a remarkable proficiency for it last night, and in a strange house, too.”

“I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; would anyway be there, on the surface of her body, rather than corroding it from within. Now the thought came to her again, that she might scar herself in some way. It came, like the solution to a problem: I won't be doing it like some hysterical girl. I won't be hoping she'll come catch me at it. It won't be like lying on the sitting-room floor. I'll be doing it for myself, as a secret.”

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