I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.
She opened one eye. “The goddess Artemis is going to talk to the supreme god Zeus … about me?” “Yup.” She closed her eyes again. “I’m so not okay.
That empty sick feeling came over me again. In a big school it was easy to fade into the background, but I didn’t know if that would be possible here. I tried not to think about it anymore.
In a strange way', she thought, 'these absences suit my nature though not my heart. I love him, I miss him, but I have time to put on my humanity again.
The music had me intoxicated. The alcohol had me drunk. I partied so hard I threw up, and in a moment of nauseousness I vowed to never listen to music again.
Now and again. Good residency is about having the power to ask someone to do something, but not necessarily exercising it.
She could just kill them. If she did they would be healed again in moments ☥ She'd better let sleeping demons lie. "Enlightenment." Coming soon
She wanted to burn the whole place to ashes but, at the same time, it would be kind of nice to see it again. Home.
We’ll have sex all night. Half the morning too. And just when you think you can’t take anymore, we’ll go at it again.
How did you get in here?' (...) 'How I got here isn't important, because I could do it twenty times again, each time a different way.
Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.
There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.
He's got to have the ability, and it seems to be fairly rare, to see things as they are and at the same time as they might have been. What we mean is the eye of an artist.
We'll never feel safe again, and so it's bye-bye innocence. It's been nice knowing you, but you're gone now.
An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.
I felt that my life was permanently damaged, that I could never be normal again, that the rest of my life would just be a shell.
Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.
Shit," Drake rubbed a hand over his face. Shit, shit, shit... "Shit," Drake said again.... "That about sums it up," Gabriel muttered.
No sheep may leave the flock," he said to anyone who would listen, "unless he comes back again.
