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“La vida de Henry era tan frágil como la de Xander o la de mi madre, y sentí que empezaba a resquebrajarme. Me abrumaba tener que luchar sola por él. Henry se había quedado en el banquillo porque yo lo había obligado, porque lo había llevado allí a rastras y lo había obligado a seguir expectante, a mantenerse en guardia. No podía, sin embargo, obligarlo a que aquello le importara. Yo era la única que luchaba por él, y ya no estaba segura de estar a la altura de las circunstancias.”

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Book:The Goddess Test
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“Daxilon no le responde, sólo observa, con vibrante emoción, como esa cosa negra se acerca hacia ella. Bear comienza a correr, pero no llega a dar más que un par de zancadas antes que la agarren por la cintura y la tiren al suelo de cara. Siente quebrarse parte del cráneo de oso que lleva y teme porque los huesos puedan herirle la piel. En cuanto nota como tiran de ella se da la vuelta como puede para intentar pelear contra su enemigo. “¿Qué es esto?” es lo primero que piensa cuando ve a su atacante.”

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Book:Psycho
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“Con los dedos temblorosos voy pasando las páginas mientras que cuento mentalmente cuántas víctimas hay. Tres...Cuatro...Cinco...seis... El tiempo se detiene cuando llego al siete. Mi cerebro se reinicia como si fuera un ordenador roto al que, en un último intento a la desesperada, se intenta arreglar. Por un momento creo que la Tierra ha detenido su movimiento haciendo que todos nosotros nos quedemos en un estado de semi letargo, y espero que cuando vuelva a reanudar su marcha los últimos minutos —o quizás mejor meses—, no sean más que un mal recuerdo.”

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Book:Psycho
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“The glove suddenly feels much heavier, now, more dense. The rush of power didn’t come through me, but wrapped around me; invisible and strangely empty, like a purely mechanical force. It wasn’t like I just got stronger; it was separate from me, like something stepped in and punched him instead of me. I pull the glove off gingerly, half afraid I’ll punch my own fingers off.”

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Book:No Good Deed
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“He strode out of the bathroom naked. Lisa’s eyes widened when she saw him, then swiftly shut. He grinned as pink once more filled her cheeks. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he sat on it. Her eyes flew open as her side of the mattress tilted up and rolled her toward him. Taelon rested a hand on her shoulder to steady her, then slipped beneath the covers and lay down. Silence fell. “Would you tell me about your planet?” she asked softly as she studied him in the dim light. He rolled onto his side to face her and eased forward until their heads shared the same pillow. “Of course.” He hoped one day to show it to her. If he succeeded in contacting Ari’k… Well, he wouldn’t leave Lisa here on this barbaric planet where more men and women like those at the base would hunt her. He just needed to convince her to take a leap of faith and join him when he departed. To that end, he began to describe the beauty of his world. Lasara, the moons that orbited it, his people, the other populated planets in his solar system. He kept his voice low, his words carefully modulated. And soon her long lashes lowered until they rested upon her cheeks. Her breathing changed, deepening as sleep claimed her. He gently brushed her soft hair back from her face, tucking it behind one delicate ear. Even her ears were cute. But the dark circles beneath her eyes were not. She needed this rest. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Lisa.”

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Book:The Lasaran
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“Eliana stepped into her room and turned to face him. Anticipation usurped amusement’s place as Dagon stared down at her, waiting for her nightly hug. Perhaps tonight he would linger and— “Greetings, Eliana,” CC said in her serene voice. Blinking, she glanced over her shoulder, then up at the ceiling. “Hi, CC.” Dagon hid his amusement at her tendency to look up whenever she addressed the computer. “You have one communication awaiting your attention,” CC announced. Eliana looked at Dagon. “Is that like a phone message?” He considered his translator’s definition of PHONE. “Yes.” “Did YOU send it?” “No.” “Who did?” A good question. Who on this ship believed they knew Eliana well enough to message her privately? His brows drew down. “I don’t know.” “Maybe Anat has reconsidered giving me flight lessons.” He stared at her. After Dagon, Anat was the most experienced and highest-ranked fighter pilot on the ship. Dagon knew that most of the men stationed on the RANASURA thought their commander grim and foreboding. But Dagon appeared downright ebullient when compared to Anat. “You asked Anat to give you flight lessons?” To borrow one of Eliana’s Earth terms: that had been ballsy. “Yes.” She wrinkled her nose. “But he said no. The other pilots warned me he’d refuse, but I figured I’d give it a try anyway.” He tried to hold back his next question but failed. “Why didn’t you ask me?” Her brow furrowed. “You mean ask your permission? Was I supposed to do that first?” “No. Why didn’t you ask ME to give you flight lessons?” He understood her fierce drive to learn everything she possibly could that might aid her in the future but inwardly balked at the image of Eliana and Anat crowded together in a flight simulator. “Oh. Because you’re . . . you know.” She motioned to his uniform. “The commander. You run the ship. You have more important things to do.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Aaaaand I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.” Confused, he glanced down at the deck. “Why are you looking at my boots?” she asked. “According to my translator, WEAR OUT MY WELCOME means eroding through frequent use the surface of a mat with the word WELCOME printed on it that Earthlings place outside their doors.” She grinned. “Your translator got it wrong. Wear out my welcome means . . .” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Make a nuisance of myself, I guess. I’ve already insinuated myself into a significant portion of your day, Dagon.” Her smile dimmed a bit as uncertainty crept into her features. “I didn’t want you to get tired of having me around all the time.” So while he had sought any and every excuse to spend MORE time with her, she had worried he might want LESS? He took a step closer to her. “I believe the likelihood of that is nonexistent.” Her eyes dilated as his shadow fell over her. “Really?” she asked softly. “Really.”

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Book:The Segonian
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“The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of a predator capturing and killing its prey as it tears into unspoiled flesh. Its teeth ripping and rending and the satisfying coppery taste of blood. There is the ultimate moment of surrender of drinking away the life essence. The pinnacle of lust which mounts in the very last breath, when the light drains from the victim's eyes and when the soul fades... Then there is only a triumphant cry to the moonlight and the beckoning depths of the ever waiting water.”

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Book:Saurimonde
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“Le miré de reojo mientras jugueteaba con la taza de café entre mis manos. Si antes me había llamado la atención el misticismo que envolvía a Jareth, ahora sin duda me intrigaba seriamente. Era el primer escritor que conocía, y el simple hecho de que sus escritos no estuviesen a mi alcance me llenaba de curiosidad. ¿Y si lo que escribía era realmente bueno? ¿Y si era mejor que todo cuanto había leído anteriormente? —Bueno... —dudé, con una sonrisa inocentona en la boca—, quizá algún día puedas dejarme leer algo. Jareth disimuló una risita que ronroneó en su pecho mientras sus ojos relucían, fijos en mí. —Tal vez —concedió, casi en un susurro—, pero tiene una condición. Se inclinó ligeramente sobre la mesa, acercándose a mí. Elevé una ceja observándole y le imité, quedando separados por unos pocos centímetros. Su sonrisa se amplió y sus ojos azules parecieron ver a través de mí. —Debes leerlo únicamente durante el día —susurró siniestro—. Bajo ningún concepto lo leas por la noche. Mis labios se curvaron lentamente en una sonrisa y me aparté ligeramente de él. —¿Es una historia de miedo, o algo así? —bromeé—. ¿Temes que no logre conciliar el sueño? Él se incorporó también y me observó con detenimiento a través de sus cejas negras. —Eso es. Una historia de miedo.”

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Book:Baile de Sombras
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