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“You received the power, the authority, and the sacred duty to minister the moment you were ordained to the priesthood. President James E. Faust taught, “Priesthood is the authority delegated to man to minister in the name of God. “The Aaronic Priesthood holds the keys of the ministering of angels. As you love His children, Heavenly Father will guide you, and angels will assist you. You will be given power to bless lives and rescue souls.”

“You reckless bastard," I said, my throat tight. The ground was thrown open into a fiery maw, out of which slowly emerged a curved set of obsidian horns. The horns were attached to a giant head, which was attached to a spiked torso that looked like it was made of muscles and lava. And Jerod stood there the whole time, hands outstretched and his face contorted in discomfort. "What the shit class demon is that?" Gavin asked. "I think... it's a behemoth," I said weakly. The thing rose from the ground, towering so high over anything in the shopping plaza that I was sure all of Seattle could see it. Demonic was a good descriptor. So was nightmare. So was Armageddon.”

“You reflect yourself in your creations, and they reflect themselves in their consumption and self-expression. The combination leaves both sides fulfilled. In a world where human creativity is the last remaining sustainable, competitive advantage and the principle driver of value creation, your most potent weapon is you.”

“You related to BJ Wake?" "Yes, sir." Jace just nods. I brace myself. "She used to own that shack over in North Star. She made this chicken fried steak, what was it called... the Number One. That's right. My mouth's watering just thinking about it. Well, no wonder you cook the way you do, girl. Damn. Your momma was the best there was. Ain't that something. Always wondered what happened to her. Now I know! She had you and you're doing the cooking for that family. Ain't that something." Jace smiles wide and is as animated as I've ever seen him. I just keep smiling and nodding. It's brightened his mood thinking about my mom's cooking. His heaviness is momentarily gone. He sighs and walks out of the kitchen in search of the Dent boys. Ain't that something, indeed.”

“You relax within the verse. You realize the structure of the verse and relax into it. It's like swimming. Or riding a bike. You can't make it sound real if you are thinking it through as you go. You can't think through Shakespeare, you have to speak it. And listen to the rhythm of it and then it takes you over. And to make it sound real you speak as if you believe it. Don't act it. Just be it.”

“You religious men who boast so much that you live on charity including what the poor manage to scrape together out of their meagre income - how can you justify your actions? How can your moral conscience be clear when you acknowledge that in no way do you contribute to the society that is maintaining you, day after day? In your self complacent conceit, you denigrate and harshly condemn, those who, with their sweat and hard work, provide you with a life fit for a king. What is the reason you spend your lives living comfortably in some ashram or isolated monastery when life only makes sense if it is experienced with your fellow brothers and sisters by showing compassion to them? It is easy and simple enough to spend your lives meditating in the Himalayas being irritated by nothing and no one if not the occasional goat, rather than placing yourselves in the midst of your fellow men and living an ordinary life of toil as they do. Do not delude yourselves, because what you refer to as a state of internal peace represents nothing but the personal satisfaction of the conscious ego that is admiring and adoring itself..”

“You remember having friends who used to lampoon the world so effortlessly, crouching at the verge of every joke and waiting to pounce on it, and you remember how they changed as they grew older and the joy of questioning everything slowly became transformed into the pain of questioning everything, like a star consuming its own core.”

“You remember?' he said incredulously. 'What could you possibly remember?' he asked, staring at her, waiting for the answer. The beauty from within her soul shined brightly through her loving eyes as she looked deep into Noah’s now melting eyes. 'I remember — I love you,' she said in a soft voice, nervously biting her lip.”

“You remember how he used to be girl on either arm? You really don't see that guy too much anymore. Why do you think that is? He's waiting for you. I know you're dealing with stuff but you cannot ask him to wait forever! Unless of course, you're okay with him pulling away." "What if it doesn't work out? What if it ends up like you and Javier?" "Well at least we gave it a shot. And so it didn't work out, so what? Now, we can move on give or take the occasional booty call." "I just don't wanna lose what we have, you know?" "Girl please! What exactly do you have, really?" "A friendship." "No. What you and I have is a friendship. What you and castle have is a holding pattern. How long can you circle before the fuel runs out?”

“You remember people who aren't there. At least, you do for a while and then the memories fade and you don't really know why." "Narine, what you're describing is called false memory. Things you're sure you remember correctly that just aren't real. Another term for it is the Mandela Effect, and it's—" "Mundane people call it that, but it's a modern term. And I believe Mandela did die earlier in one timeline. There was an assassination attempt, but we stopped the plot from going forward." Jacob opened his mouth, then closed it and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's normal." "It is normal." She leaned forward. "For you, it's very normal. Because you're a mage and a traveler. Your memories are not false and they never have been. Your parents and your teachers probably called you forgetful—called you imaginative if they were being nice—but you're not forgetful." He swallowed, and she could see the beginnings of belief dawning in his expression. She kept going. "You don't remember less, Jacob, you remember more. You remember the possibilities of a time that wasn't meant to be.”

“You remember that I told you it was safer not to know. But,' he went on, as his hands moved wuth their sure and practiced motion, 'I will tell you just a little, because you were so very brave.' Brave?' Annemarie asked, surprised. 'No, I wasn't. I was very frightened.' You risked your life.' But I didn't even think about that! I was only thinking of-' He interrupted her,smiling. 'That's all that brave means-not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. So did I.”