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“Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in the right places caused even the strongest men to fracture. But this one? He'd watched her. Studied her. Observed what maybe even Uncle, the reader of people, had missed. This one was already fractured, and the lines between her broken pieces were not fissures but scar material stronger than whatever had once filled those spaces.”

“Lumea i se clătinase în momentul în care sărutându-l i-am pus venin pe limbă. Ajunsese într-un stadiu în care nu mai ştia dacă sunt copil sau femeie, dacă domin sau mă las dominată, dacă îl vreau sau dacă mă joc cu mintea lui, iar adevărul era că am fost construită dintr-un amestec echilibrat din toate. Doze precise ce îl duceau pe culmile plăcerii, ori îi ofereau cea mai crudă suferință. Iubeam momentele în care disprețul de pe fața mea îi rupea sufletul, şi iubeam de două ori mai tare să-l văd dându-şi ochii peste cap şi lingăndu-se pe buze. Niciodată separate, un fel bizar de Ying şi Yang, ce îl făcea deseori să-mi mărturisească nevrotic că sunt un drac cu ochii verzi şi chip de înger. Şi cu toate astea, prefera iadul cu mine atât timp cât îl parcurgea ținându-mă de mână.”

“Lumumba praised Leopold as a genius and builder of the Congo; in his fierce speech of June 30, 1960, he denounced 9 forms of violence, but the "severed hands" and the "chicotte" (whip) were not among them. The chicotte was part of the sharia and the Arab slave traders, but it was banned in the law that was introduced by Leopold after 1885 for Congolese citizens.”

“Luna, a figure sculpted from the very heart of the Louisiana bayou, stood as the focal point of the glade. Her existence seemed interwoven with the very fabric of the swamp, a living embodiment of its mysteries and resilience. Her deep eyes, pools of ancient knowledge that seemed to hold the secrets of generations past, pierced through the assembled gathering, reading the intentions and desires etched on each face. Nothing could be hidden from Luna; she saw through facades and touched the raw, untamed truth within each soul. Tonight, she was dressed to honor the union of Elara and Declan, a sacred duty held with the utmost reverence. Her indigo dress, hand-dyed with pigments extracted from the swamp flora and adorned with symbolic beadwork depicting the creatures of the swamp - the watchful alligators, the nimble herons, the elusive panthers - spoke of her heritage and her sacred role as a conduit between the human and spirit realms. The intricate patterns were more than mere decoration; they were a visual prayer, a testament to the delicate balance of life within the bayou's embrace.”

“Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends . . . friends . . . friends . . .”

“Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is designated as crazy and goes inside. Then, depending on how the rest of the family is feeling that person is kept inside or snatched out, to prove something about the family's mental health.”

“Lunch had been at a McDonald’s in Santa Barbara. It had been so clean. It had smelled like food. It had sounded happy and alive. In the bathroom, the toilet flushed. Water ran in the sink. He had passed a trash can on the way back to his table and stopped just to look at it. It was full of food. Leftover burgers, the last few fries, smears of ketchup on cardboard. He’d had to hold back tears when he saw it. “Candy bar?” Vicky asked, and held a Snickers out to him. At that moment they slowed to turn off the highway and head cautiously, carefully, through recently bulldozed streets, toward the town plaza. That’s where the McDonald’s was. His McDonald’s. A candy bar. People had killed for less.”

“Lunch,” I said. “I can do that. Like, you have no idea how much.” “Good,” Kelly said softly. “Maybe we can go to the diner?” I nodded. “Just … can you give me a minute? I’ll meet you out front. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” “I won’t.” He nodded at the others and turned back toward the sidewalk. I whirled around, eyes wide. “What do I do?” “He’s literally standing five feet away,” Gordo said dryly. I lowered my voice. “What do I do?” Gordo sighed and turned his eyes toward the ceiling. “I deserve this. For everything I’ve ever done, I deserve this.”

“Lunch started off tense after our heated moment. Thank goodness for Blake. Kai was warm toward him, reserving his coolness for me. I watched, keeping quiet. They fought over the last piece of General Tso’s shrimp, and I had to laugh when the little thing went flying in the air and landed in a wet footprint next to the pool. “You can have it,” Kaidan graciously offered, and Blake shoved him one last time.”

“Luneta and her parents started and whirled around, to see Terence standing just inside Luneta's door. "Deuce it, Terence!" Luneta's father expostulated. "You'll kill someone that way someday! How did you get inside without any of us hearing you?" "I came in the door, of course," Terence replied, stepping forward. He held two swords in scabbards, which he tossed onto Luneta's bed as he approaced. "For anyone else, the hinges would have squeaked," Luneta's father muttered.”