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“He deserved more than a girl who couldn’t tell him how she felt. He was perfect, and I was flawed. “Promise me.” His lips touched my temple, his warm breath sending shivers down my body. Shivers that felt different—like they filled my lower belly with lava. Promise him what? I wondered. I nodded yes anyway, eager to please him, though he hadn’t completed his sentence. My lips moved. “I promise. I promise. I promise.” Maybe that’s why he didn’t trust me. Why he’d sneak into my bedroom that night—and every night, for the next six years—and wrap his arms around me, making sure I was really okay. Sometimes he smelled of alcohol. Sometimes of another girl. Fruity and sweet and different. Oftentimes, he smelled of my heartbreak. But he was always making sure I was safe. And he always left before my dad knocked on my door to wake me up. For the next six years, before jumping through my window, Knight would drop a kiss on my forehead in the exact same spot where shortly thereafter Dad would kiss me good morning, the heat of Knight’s lips still on my skin, making my face radiate.”

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Book:Broken Knight
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“Ayden and Blake stared each other down. "Oh. My. God," Luna blurted from Ayden's back seat. "It's a love triangle." We all looked at her like she'd sprouted an alien from her head. "it's just like in a book. Two guys after one girl and-" I groaned. "That's ridiculous, Luna, this is not a love triangle." "Says the girl in the middle of a love triangle. Luna ignored my protests and prattled on. "Not one Hexy Boy but two. I've got to call Danica. Oooo," she squealed and clapped her hands,"We could have teams. Team Ayden and Team Blake. With T-shirt and buttons and-" "I could make a website," Lucian offered. "No!" My voice pitched with panic. "No teams. No shirts. No-" "I'll get you some headshots," Blake said, turning his profile towards Luna and Lucian. "I've been told the left is my best side. What do you think?" "Aurora's right," Ayden said. "This is buts. Blake you can follow us-" "Dude, you know no one would pick Team Ayden. You're just jealous." "That's not true. My team would be way bigger than yours." "Dare to dream, little man, dare to dream." "Care to make a wager on it?" "Absolutely." "Fine. How about-" "You two shut up!" I shoved myself out of the car.”

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Book:Demons at Deadnight
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“Usted no tiene control sobre cómo se inicia o termina tu historia. Pero a estas alturas, usted debe saber que todas las cosas tienen un final. Cada chispa vuelve a la oscuridad. Cada sonido vuelve a silenciar. Cada flor vuelve a dormir con la tierra. El viaje del sol y la luna es predecible. Pero la suya, es su arte final.”

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Book:Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
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“Me pregunto que quedará de todo lo que me rodea, mil años después de esta noche, saldrá el Sol, y nada quedará de este instante en la memoria. Aunque podemos contemplar la Luna creciente sobre el mar, mientras el libro de la naturaleza escribe la historia de nuestras vidas, sin importar, nuestra breve existencia en la eternidad. Mis ojos en un sueño sin fin, despiertan en esta pálida estrella azul.”

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Book:Estrella errante
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“A strange structure untangled itself out of the background like a hallucination, not part of the natural landscape. It was a funny-shaped, almost spherical, green podlike thing woven from living branches of trees and vines. A trellis of vines hung down over the opening that served as a door. Wendy was so delighted tears sprang to her eyes. It was her Imaginary House! They all had them. Michael wanted his to be like a ship with views of the sea. John had wanted to live like a nomad on the steppes. And Wendy... Wendy had wanted something that was part of the natural world itself. She tentatively stepped forward, almost swooning at the heavy scent of the door flowers. Languorously lighting on them were a few scissorflies, silver and almost perfectly translucent in the glittery sunlight. Their sharp wings made little snickety noises as they fluttered off. Her shadow made a few half-hearted attempts to drag back, pointing to the jungle. But Wendy ignored her, stepping into the hut. She was immediately knocked over by a mad, barking thing that leapt at her from the darkness of the shelter. "Luna!" Wendy cried in joy. The wolf pup, which she had rescued in one of her earliest stories, stood triumphantly on her chest, drooling very visceral, very stinky dog spit onto her face. "Oh, Luna! You're real!" Wendy hugged the gray-and-white pup as tightly as she could, and it didn't let out a single protest yelp. Although... "You're a bit bigger than I imagined," Wendy said thoughtfully, sitting up. "I thought you were a puppy." Indeed, the wolf was approaching formidable size, although she was obviously not yet quite full-grown and still had large puppy paws. She was at least four stone and her coat was thick and fluffy. Yet she pranced back and forth like a child, not circling with the sly lope Wendy imagined adult wolves used. You're not a stupid little lapdog, are you?" Wendy whispered, nuzzling her face into the wolf's fur. Luna chuffed happily and gave her a big wet sloppy lick across the cheek. "Let's see what's inside the house!" As the cool interior embraced her, she felt a strange shudder of relief and... welcome was the only way she could describe it. She was home. The interior was small and cozy; plaited sweet-smelling rush mats softened the floor. The rounded walls made shelves difficult, so macramé ropes hung from the ceiling, cradling halved logs or flat stones that displayed pretty pebbles, several beautiful eggs, and what looked like a teacup made from a coconut. A lantern assembled from translucent pearly shells sat atop a real cherry writing desk, intricately carved and entirely out of place with the rest of the interior. Wendy picked up one of the pretty pebbles in wonder, turning it this way and that before putting it into her pocket. "This is... me..." she breathed. She had never been there before, but it felt so secure and so right that it couldn't have been anything but her home. Her real home. Here there was no slight tension on her back as she waited for footsteps to intrude, for reality to wake her from her dreams; there was nothing here to remind her of previous days, sad or happy ones. There were no windows looking out at the gray world of London. There was just peace, and the scent of the mats, and the quiet droning of insects and waves outside. "Never Land is a... mishmash of us. Of me," she said slowly. "It's what we imagine and dream of- including the dreams we can't quite remember.”

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Book:Straight On Till Morning
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“Mis ojos están sobre los árboles. Porque los árboles no viven en fragmentos. Hasta que caen, permanecen flanqueados por la vida en su propio abrazo. Durante el día el sol es suficiente. Bajo la lluvia, llueve. Su hambre no supera el tamaño de sus ganancias. Brisa significa danza para ellos. Luna significa alegría. Cuando la oscuridad los acompaña la invitan a hacer deporte. Los árboles no buscan llegar Más Allá donde se encuentran sus raíces. Nunca sueñan con volar, Sus Raíces en el aire.”

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Author:Suman Pokhrel
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“Avevamo quarantadue anni quando rapimmo la luna. Ed era notte, certo, perché son bravi tutti a rapire la luna di giorno quando dorme o è distratta; o quando è mattina. Guardi il cielo, non la vedi, e puoi raccontare a chiunque la bugia di essertela messa in tasca. No, non è così che si rapisce la luna. Si fa di notte, si fa al buio, si fa per un motivo. E poi si fa davvero. Altrimenti non funziona. Avevamo quarantadue anni quando rapimmo la luna, ma a essere precisi, quarantadue anni, li avevamo in tre: quattordici io, quattordici Ismaele e quattordici Sofia. Eravamo adulti un terzo a testa: ecco perché ci siamo riusciti, perché non era ancora troppo tardi.”

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Book:L'atlante dell'invisibile
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“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.”

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Book:Under The Blood Moon
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