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“People often numb their pain with drugs and alcohol, but they’re not always aware that they’re also numbing their ability to feel pleasure, excitement, and love. Substances don’t selectively dull emotions—they dull them across the board. When you live life fully, you have front-row seats to both pain and pleasure, which honestly sounds a little rough. The key is to take one step back—to not identify with the mind or body—and then experience those emotions while remaining unattached to them. That way, a person can experience life fully without suffering and also gain the clarity of mind to choose wisely. Of course, all that’s easier said than done.”

“Aren’t you afraid?" I asked them telepathically. "Terrified," Christy confessed. When I stared, I could see a fine tremor go through her. "However, that does not change anything." "This is not the first time we have encountered Valentino. We have tried to fight him twice before, and once he tried to chase us through Southern France. Our group has gotten pretty good at evasion,"Matthew added. "You mean running and hiding?" "I prefer to call it a tactical retreat.”

“J'étais incapable de me détacher d'elle. Au sens propre comme au figuré. Elle hantait mes cauchemars la nuit et mes pensées le jour, altérant jusqu'au dernier de mes rêves. Je n'étais plus que désir impatient, passion incandescente et soupirs latents. Je la cherchais partout quand elle ne se montrait pas. Elle était devenue l'astre qui régissait mon corps alangui ; je désespérais d'obtenir l'un de ses regards, l'une de ses caresses. Elle n'était pas seulement mon premier amour : elle était l'Amour personnifié. Cupide et vorace, tendre et violent, beau et furieux, cruel et somptueux.”

“The same day, after the lessons were over and Emma went out to the schoolyard, an unexplainable strange trepidation suddenly awoke inside her heart. Something was stopping her from going home. She trailed to the stadium situated behind the school building and took some rest leaning onto the shady branches of poplars. Emily could not explain it how, but she felt it that Mr. Fog is somewhere around, and that he needs to talk to her about something important… She just knew it, and that was it.”

“Especially her father was watching with much attention to ensure that Emma didn’t have “too much” of leisure time (or even happy emotions) in her life; that’s why she was sometimes truly missing it and didn’t have much of anything interesting going on, being surrounded mostly by depressing boredom of everlasting routine duties she was fulfilling daily, being a responsible and hardworking person since early ages.”

“The black apron of Emma’s school uniform soaked in the rain of her tears, unstoppably pouring from the girl’s eyes to her laps. The ultimate despair in her soul didn’t decrease, though. It was when she realized how the inner suffering can be much more hurtful than physical pain.”

“The girl was walking along the quiet roads, totally wrapped in her thoughts and in the darkness softened by streetlights hanging up on the tops of electrical power poles. Those lights seemed colorful: yellowish, pinkish, greenish, bluish, reddish, purplish… reminding variegated shining air balloons.”

“El sabor metálico de su propia sangre le invadió la boca sin previo aviso. Sus colmillos habían crecido y le lastimaban el labio inferior. No sentía dolor, sino sed. Una sed que ella no comprendía, que no llegaría a entender nunca. Le quemaba la garganta. Le secaba la boca. A pesar de no ser un vampiro, Grimm tenía sed de ella desde que había probado su sangre. Unas gotas habían sido suficientes para condenarlo de por vida. Para atarlo a un deseo de exquisita y prohibida destrucción.”

“It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-”

“My father and I used to watch a ton of old horror movies when I was growing up. ’The Creature from the Black Lagoon‘ was one of my father’s favorites and he was very excited for me to see the film. But after the movie was over, I told him that I was kind of bored. I said to him, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy, but I saw the zipper in the back of the monster’s costume. From that point on, I was really never scared at all. The point I’m trying to make is that I don’t believe someone intentionally tipped off the target. And I maintain that no one made some horrendous mistake, which I’m now trying to cover up. I believe what really happened with the operation was that our target ended up seeing the zipper. Orlo Kharms realized something around him wasn’t… real. And he was able to avoid the trap we had laid out for him.”