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“You're a dream. Like everything else.”
“The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.”
“You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone elses dream who is, themselves, someone elses.”
“You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.”
“It is naught but pain and regret when we think of the things and people we will never have, the opportunities we may never get. But to pine for those we have had and loved and once held but will ne...”
“So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?""We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe.""Didn't he marry his cousin or something?""The man is a literary god and that's all yo...”
“Death always wins.”
“Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn't had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she'd taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nea...”
“Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her las...”
“Lady Ligeia," he began again, "is a woman in the literature who returns from the dead, taking over another woman's body to be with her true love.""Oh, yes. Lovely" Isobel blanched. "I guess the oth...”
“Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. Shed peered through the curtain of that cruel calmness, through the death stare and the vampire sent...”
“She never answered. She couldnt. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.”
“Dancers churned around them like storm tossed flowers, their heads held to either side as they whirled with abandonment.Look at them, he whispered, his voice in her ear. Have you ever seen anything...”
“Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath thefloorboards.”
“Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.”
“She never answered. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.”
