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“He grabbed hold of Hanna's arms and pulled her inside the lift with him. Once again, the doors began to close, but Hanna stepped her foot back in its way. Asa was still holding on to her and she looked into his eyes sadly, shaking her head. 'Asa, I can't. I can't come with you. Grey- 'Grey won't be an issue,' said Asa defiantly. 'We'll be away from here! And we'll look out for each other, like we always have. Hanna, please - don't do this.' Hanna reached up and placed her arms around his neck, hugging him. It took him a few moments to realise she had. He did not get the chance to hug her back properly.”

“The rhythmic motion of the silent paddlers carried her, with a sense of inevitability, to her new life as she heard the Twin Otter take off behind her. There was no turning back now, and Connie gripped the sides of the canoe, her heart beating and her hands sweating.”

“When the tornado dwindled, a bolt of lightning streamed from Master Joroku’s sleeve. It wrapped around Patrick as if a noose. A flash and Patrick was yanked from Lyly’s arms. Patrick faded into the darkness then reappeared as a black mist. No wait … a cat! A black cat with glowing copper eyes. Joroku swiped his hand along the floor and Lyly’s feet jerked out from under her. She hovered delicately for only a moment over the paper. As Joroku moved his hands, Lyly spun as freely as a spinning wheel. Several times she twirled. As if with no friction, Lyly spun faster and faster. Joroku pounded his hand into the air and Lyly was sucked into the cloth paper. Lyly was gone.”

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them the most. And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant forever. Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying good-bye behind a cracked windshield. A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile. It was a life I didn't want to leave behind. It was a life I didn't want to forget. I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.”

“Because every once in a while, when the clouds are thickening and wishes are crowding you with what you think you need, you’ll forget what it’s like just to feel the spray of the sea on your face, to hear the rustle of pines, to inhale the scent of lavender from the nearby farm.”

“I picked up a fallen branch and struck a tree with it. Apples fell from the tree. The rope around one of the skeletons gave way and it fell to the ground. It lay there, crumpled and bent in ridiculous angles. I wondered if the person who the skeleton used to live inside would be embarrassed if he or she could see themselves now. I looked around the area but didn’t see any ghosts. Why would I see a ghost? They didn’t exist. Still, I looked a second time.”

“Peter muttered, shaking his head in dismay. "Megan is some piece of work. I was a little worried that guy she supplied to Anya would try to throw-down. He was one of those bodybuilder types that stand in front of the mirror all day admiring themselves." Christy replied, "I know the type. They can't believe all people aren't equally in love with their muscles. Most of them can't even finish a sentence, or put down their muscle magazines.”

“This choice you make, if it’s real, born out of the love your mother left for you and your family deserves, if it’s made by the part of you that can only be honest, even when facing death, yours will be a life worth the world and everything in it. If this is the Erelim you’ll become, my Cae, then your failures and sins, your misgiving and crimes, will never stop me from loving you.”

“Beelzebub was surprised to note that Tarantula was actually quaking in those ridiculous boots she wore. He was once again reminded of how inexperienced she was in matters of The Surface. “Tarantula,” he said mildly, “do not be so hard on yourself. As a tempter on The Surface you must be able to identify both the good and evil in your victims in order to determine which behaviors are best to foster. That is not a weakness. Unless, of course, you encourage the wrong type of behavior.” She looked closely at Beelzebub. Was he hinting that he knew about her secret? This conversation had suddenly veered into dangerous territory.”

“A round plate with a red tangled mess in the center was placed before her. Her nasal slits contracted as repulsive fumes rose from the steaming heap. For some reason, Skyler’s sibling was nudging her arm with a round wooden bowl filled with shreds of green material covered by an oily sheen. Tarantula immediately passed it on to Skyler. How could humans have such problems with obesity? The greasy loaf of sliced bread festering in a basket in the middle of the table required evasive action as well. She pretended to take a sip of her water. “Well, Tula, tell us all about yourself,” Skyler’s mother chirped as she jabbed her fork into the mound on her plate and began twisting away. “My parents died in a car crash and I’m here living with my uncle.” There was a silence around the table. Had she said something wrong? Skyler’s sister raised her eyebrows while staring at her plate. Skyler glared at her mother. “Yes, Skyler shared that with me, I am so sorry for your loss,” her mother said uncomfortably, “but tell me, what are your plans?” “To get my GED.” “Yes, dear, but what are your hopes and dreams?” How satisfying it would be to explain to this prying human the true intentions she harbored for her precious daughter while throwing the contents of her plate across the table and into her face.”