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“I lied to you,’ she said, hanging her head in shame, ‘more than once. In fact, I swore that my lies were truth. I can’t understand how it could have happened. It just came out of my mouth and by the time I realised what I'd done, it was too late. ‘It’s never too late to realise that you were mistaken, Sophiel.”

“Get off! Get off me, ‘Felix sobbed, sounding like a little kid. Marco kicked at the sickos, slashing with his knife. It was no good, though— there were just too many of them — and he himself toppled over, landing on his friend and smothering him. ‘It’s all right Felix, ‘he said. ‘I’m with you. It’s all right. You’re not alone. ‘He felt for Felix’s hand held it tight, as more gym bunnies blocked out the light, swamping them.”

“I stood at the grassy edge and tentatively dipped my toe into the water. I watched the ripple spread and break the perfect reflection before composing itself. The ripple then rushed towards a mass of rocks to one side.”

“«(...) as minhas pernas não se mexem e eu fico petrificado a vê-la ir-se embora, sem um adeus, sem uma despedida. Os nossos olhares cruzam-se por breves momentos, antes de ela desviar o seu e se afastar na direção contrária, rumo ao portão de saída da escola. Há olhares que são como despedidas, como beijos trocados em silêncio e à distância. E esta seria, provavelmente, a última vez que a veria. Talvez para o resto da minha vida.»”

“«Estou plenamente convicto do que lhe digo, porque tenho quinze anos e aos quinze anos tudo o que sabemos parece verdadeiro, derradeiro, indiscutível, incontestável. Julgamo-nos melhores e mais sábios do que qualquer adulto e não admitimos qualquer intromissão nos nossos ideais.»”

“You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.”

“A memory of her father flitted through her consciousness. The time he played a slow, melodic tune on the saxophone in the misty rain of the yard on a summer’s night, surrounded by the patio’s twinkling lights. She remembered peering out the window and feeling like she was catching a glimpse of another world. One that was timeless and majestic. She touched his saxophone after that as if she were touching the hand of God, wishing to hold onto that feeling forever.”

“A glance would not be enough to tell you this was the daughter of Katherine Raquel Demure. Even a lingering gaze would not suffice. No. Only careful study of the original and a comparative inspection of her only child would even hint at a relation between the two. Viktor could see it and knew, beyond doubt, that Henrietta not only saw it but was also vexed by it on a daily basis.”

“Mister Pope continued, “Now there are cliffs on both coasts. There’s an ocean on either coast. I mean, you are a bird. You aren’t the smartest creature on earth. Now, you, silly bird, find yourself the only bird like you on the west coast. No Valentine’s Day for you.” Hands went up. “How did it get here?” Sidney Tucker asked from behind her oversized glasses. “No one knows,” Mister Pope smiled. “How come no one knows,” Kevin Abbott asked. “Well, there are a bunch of theories, but no one can be certain,” Mister Pope said. “So, there’s only one of these birds on the west coast right now,” Wendy Henderson asked.” Excerpt From JUST ONE MO Mark T. Sneed This material may be protected by copyright.”

“I am Mae Waylander from Halts-Walden, daughter of Robert Wallander, a good man who lost his life saving hers.' I point to Ellen. 'And I am the girl who has saved your brother's life on numerous occasions in the Waerg Woods - who fought off a wood nymph, a psychotic pre-adolescent prophet, and a determined flock of killer birds - only to have your father shoot an arrow in my side because I wouldn't let him kill my stag.”

“I am Mae Waylander from Halts-Walden, daughter of Robert Waylander, a good man who lost his life saving hers.' I point to Ellen. 'And I am the girl who has saved your brother's life on numerous occasions in the Waerg Woods - who fought off a wood nymph, a psychotic pre-adolescent prophet, and a determined flock of killer birds - only to have your father shoot an arrow in my side because I wouldn't let him kill my stag.”