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“Trevor could almost see the invisible gas leaking from the broken furnace, billowing around his body, wafting in his wake from the laundry room to the living room, seeking out the nostrils of the realtor, the yuppies, the toddler, and every other goddamn trespasser before seeping into their bloodstream and infecting their cells until they dizzied, ached, barfed, and fell to the floor like a bunch of— He caught himself. He breathed through his nose. He pushed away the hate, calmed the tornado strangling his gut, and thought of HER.”

“Trevor climbed once again to the land of the living, naked except for an antique gas mask strapped to his face. As he peered through glass eyes like a mutant fly and breathed through the alien snoot, a single thought coiled through the booby-trapped labyrinth of his brain: I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone.”

“Take it all, all of it!" Greg cried out. "These things here...I've been making them better, fixing them. It doesn't matter...they don't matter. I've been here before." He paused to try to collect himself. "It's my past, my present...these things--" He lifted a hand out to the objects around him. "These things are me." Now whispering, "Can't you see me?”

“Only the rougher folks are out at night, and Blue Jean's is the one place they'll go for a meal. With a reputation of serving anybody, no matter who they are or what they're involved in, the diner attracts all sorts of characters.”

“Adam delayed only a second longer before traversing into the uncertain future, crossing the hidden divide; the fabric separating worlds. He moved from the shadows that paralleled the town, where unseen lives existed alongside of unsuspecting, oblivious people. With his seemingly mundane act of taking one step forward, he effectively walked from myth to reality.”

“She was going to get another glass of champagne, enjoy herself and get to know her new co-workers. The thought came to an abrupt halt as she opened the bedroom door and found Quinn leaning against the wall opposite her, almost casually. But she wasn't fooled by his stance. Nothing about him was casual. Those muscular arms were crossed over his broad chest and there was an almost predatory gleam in those dark eyes. No, that look on his face couldn't be mistaken for anything but raw lust.”

“Als je nu je ogen weer opent moet je eens om je heen kijken. Dit is waarom historie mij zo raakt. Het idee dat mensen deze zelfde ruimte honderden jaren geleden ook zo hebben gezien vind ik intrigerend. Uiteraard hangen er nu andere schilderijen en staan er geen authentieke meubels meer, maar de haard, het plafond en de ramen met de houten luiken zullen niet veel veranderd zijn. Wat zullen de mensen die het slot toen bezochten gedacht hebben? Waren ze gelukkig of hadden ze zorgen? Wat deed hun hart sneller kloppen?’ Haar ogen sprankelen. ‘Sorry, ik kan me hier helemaal in verliezen.”

“El cuerpo de Julie se estremeció. Se giró hacia la voz que había pronunciado esas palabras cerca de su oído. No podía evitarlo, ese joven le provocaba un extraño deseo que la arrastraba a entregarse al otro lado de sus propios límites… ¿Qué le estaba ocurriendo? ¿Quién era esa mujer que emergía con descaro? Una parte de ella no se reconocía, pero ora avanzaba despierta como un animal salvaje que buscaba saciar su hambre.”

“The scar rippled from the top of her bikini line down to her thigh. Where normal girls had hair, Ava had a quilt of mangled skin that required tweezers to de-fur. For ten months she tried joking about it (“Turns out sharks really CAN smell menstrual blood a mile away!”). She tried fixing it with a myriad of steroid injections and silicon gels. She even tried ignoring it. Her last hope was to confront it.”

“New sounds rustled through her anti-depressant haze; a gentle reverberation from the heart of the home... another creek... another thunk... rapid clicking like the wings of a broken cricket. Then, raindrops on metal... the escalating blare of a car horn... the scream of wet tires and the clink clink clink of showering glass.”

“I am tired. I’ve been trying so hard not to be me. For a very long while, I am trying to be someone else against the wound woman hidden inside a soul prison buried in myself, and it’s hurting you. Somehow, you should’ve seen it. You should’ve read me. It hurts badly. I know it hurts you because it hurts me too.”

“Намираше се на върха на всички съществуващи небеса. Защото, ако точно сега имаше нещо, което да означава повече от настоящия момент, то бе очакването за следващия. Ако можеше, би прекарала часове, дни и дори години в мечти за него – за целувките му, за гласа му, за очите му. Обичаше го искрено и неистово, чувство, което не бе вярвала, че ще изпита. А и доверието му, начинът, по който не подлагаше на съмнение нито една нейна дума я изпълваше с надежди и благоговение, с желание да се впусне с устрем в бъдещето, отредено само и единствено на тях. Но не можеше да си прости, че не можа да бъде напълно честна с него. Трябваше да му признае още милион неща, но не го направи от страх. Страхуваше се тъмната ѝ същност да не го нарани. Защото колкото и да бе прекрасен, мракът бе заложен и в него, спотайваше се в красивата му душа и чакаше удобен момент да се надигне и да го превземе. Но тя нямаше да го допусне. Щеше да се пребори за него, да даде всяка частица от сиянието си, за да запази неговото и да го спаси от всичко, което тегнеше като зла сянка над всички им. Защото предстоеше битка и те трябваше да са готови да я посрещнат.”