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“Love was madness, was foolish, was senseless. Love was a problem, and yet somehow the loss of it was a worse one. Love made normal things, sensible things, make no sense at all. It made Meg almost refuse a good man who loved her. It made their mama give all their bread to the Hummels and wait forever for a chaplain husband who was practically a ghost. It made Amy and Poppet speak in their own private language, the language of long-lost and now-reunited twins, shipwrecked together in the seas of some faraway world. It made familiar things terrifying, and terrifying things familiar. It burned the wings off moths, sending them headlong into the flame. There was no escape, no recovery, no happy ending. You loved and you lost. Your heart beat and the beating left it bruised beyond recognition. You could feel it, or try not to feel it, or long for it, but you didn't get to keep it. It didn't matter how, or even why. He loved you or he didn't. She died or she didn't. He left or he didn't. In the end, you were always the loneliest person in the world, no matter who you were. Because that was what love was, the very raggedy edge of that feeling, the coming or the going of it. There was nothing else. Only shadows.”

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Book:Jo & Laurie
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“There's a self-portrait, her sister's face rendered in aqueous greens and blues. The shimmering surface of a pool, bright turrets of coral visible beneath. So she's familiar with the lush application of paint, the galaxies of color. But this? This is different. The painting is enormous, almost as big as the wall behind it. Her sister has painted two female figures, their backs turned on the viewer as they wade into a raging sea. The brushstrokes are frenzied, lavish, and Jess has done something to make their skin gleam, as if it's lifting from the canvas. Lucy feels sure that if she were to reach out and touch the girls' hair--- pale, like her own--- she would feel each whorl, each strand under her fingertips. Both girls are nude, their legs swallowed by furious splatters of paint. Blue green, purple, black, foamy white.”

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Book:The Sirens
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“THE MUSES Calliope (Cal-LIE-oh-pee) Muse of Epic Poetry Clio (CLEE-oh) Muse of History Melpomene (Mel-PAH-muh-nee) Muse of Tragedy Terpsichore (Terp-SIC-or-ree) Muse of Dance Thalia (THAL-ee-uh) Muse of Comedy GODS OF TITANOMACHY Mnemosyne (NEM-AH-suh-nee) Goddess of Memory Ouranos Her Father Gaea Her Mother Cronus Her Brother Rhea Cronus's Wife Themis and PhoebeMnemosyne's Sisters Prometheus and Epimetheus Mnemosyne's Nephews”

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Book:Bemused
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“Just a year younger than Calli, Clio was an absolute genius! Her intelligence was sometimes mistaken for pretentiousness--- okay, so her sister was pretentious at times--- but her levelheaded approach to life would serve her well. And Clio's seriousness would rub off on the never-serious Thalia soon enough, wouldn't it? Not that there was anything wrong with Thalia's jovial, carefree disposition. Calli admired her youngest sister's ability to see the joy in every circumstance.”

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Book:Bemused
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“Every time they shared their talent, they discovered that one of them had a unique gift. Clio had always possessed a keen mind and an ability to remember and recite facts after hearing them only once, but after they performed that skit for Apollo and Hermes, Clio's powerful intelligence had amplified. Just as Thalia's ability to make people laugh and forget their troubles had intensified so much that it cleared the clouds away and brought in sunshine.”

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Book:Bemused
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“Suddenly, an ethereal haze formed above their heads, and images of the words they sang began to dance in the sky. The gods all tilted back in their seats, expressions of awe and delight illuminating their already glowing faces. Ree nearly lost track of the lyrics when she glanced over and noticed that same glow radiating from Thalia. Then Mel. Then Calli. Then Clio. She looked down at her own body and marveled at the incandescent sheen covering her skin. She and her sisters all shone like the gods of Olympus.”

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Book:Bemused
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“A sister is not a friend. Who can explain the urge to take a relationship as primal and complex as a sibling and reduce it to something as replaceable, as banal as a friend? Yet this status is used again and again to connote the highest intimacy. True sisterhood is not the same as friendship. You don't choose each other and there is no furtive period of getting to know each other. You are a part of each other, right from the start. Look at an umbilical cord—tough, sinuous, unlovely, yet essential—and compare it to a friendship bracelet of brightly woven thread. That is the difference between a sister and a friend.”

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Book:Blue Sisters
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“I didn't look back, I took Rhys's hand and faced ahead. He and I would have our own adventures, and I'd be brave as I could be. Meryl would visit sometimes and tell me her tales. I'd weave her adventures and mine into tapestries. I'd put both of us in them, back to back, Meryl fighting her monsters and I fighting mine. And perhaps one day someone would make up verses about us, and we'd be together again, the two princesses of Bamarre.”

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Book:The Two Princesses of Bamarre
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“One, two, three...was I on my tiptoes when I circled this space? Four, five, six...did counter clockwork make any difference for a prayer? Seven, eight, nine...ten? Was it ten turns that got me dizzy? What could interest me more than counting twirls in the darkness? I sat down to listen. Some pieces made the window shards duller. Gossip was the best price that could be paid.”

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Book:Casting Shadows
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“The three shiny blond heads leaned toward the lamp flame. With steam and a bit of black smoke swirling, the image conjured a fairy-tale vision, with Rose Thorn's long tangled hair splayed across her back so voluminously it could have wrapped around all three of them. Together, these sisters were one creature with six arms and legs, animated by flame, not subject to the earth's gravity as much as to one another's.”

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Book:The Waters
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“We're not responsible for what our parents do. They're not perfect people." My sister raised an eyebrow at me. I was walking a fine line, and she wanted to shove me over to the safe side to protect her charmed memories of Momma. "Well, it's the truth. Parents are prone to failure," I reiterated. "You and I know this better than anyone." Marvina glared at me. "No one is perfect. Not mothers. Not daughters, either." "I never claimed to be perfect. I made a mistake." "No. A mistake is when you act without realizing those actions will have negative consequences as a result. That's different from a lapse in judgement." She didn't mince words. The way she sounded all calm and collected while criticizing me--- classic Momma move. "Do you get a pass for being young? Naive? Inexperienced?" Kerresha's spoon clacked against her bowl. "Ummm... Are we talking about me or one of y'all?" "These are general understandings," Marvina deflected in a soothing manner. "I call BS," Kerresha said.”

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Book:Sisters with a Side of Greens
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