You are. You just don’t know yet.” (Victor)

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.

I just wanted one more day.” More tears welled up in her eyes. “But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.

Water you dead bastard

Hey, everyone, it’s Cheeky Galore!

War was easy. The hard part was cleaning up afterward.

Just write what YOU want to write; how YOU want to write it!

It is good practice to never fault someone for their birth name, being that it is always of far greater importance how men speak of you, than the name by which you are addressed.

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might’ve been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah’s heart, leaving footprints behind that he’d never seen.

Do not forget about the butterflies.

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh

She must still have a fever,” Victor said, fighting a smile, which just made him even more breathtaking.

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

The noise around me blurs, and all I can focus on is his lips and breath and presence.

And I have thepower to do the impossible.

When you stop being owned by your emotions you’ll stop feeling vulnerable to people. ~ Remiel

If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.

Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell,’ Brother Frank added. ‘The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when...

Some justice, though did not deal with kindheartedness or good feeling toward others. No, justice had a darker side, a gray area where it mingled alongside vengeance, and only the wise and pure of heart...

The humming of Kayn’s blood that coursed through her veins seemed to sing along to the steady, almost tribal, beat of her feet as they pounded rhythmically into the dirt. A veil of earth flowed...

See? Instead of thinking of a way to help my people, all I can think of is the smell of your hair and that small dimple on your cheek when you smile.” (Victor)

Hate did not give way to heroism.

Everyone has a weakness. Even a demigod.

I know what it’s like to be invisible to other people.

Maybe I want to be the kind of guy a girl like you believes in.

Respect the dead, learn from them, do not follow or avenge them.

Having answered the call, the relief far outweighed the discomfort as the heat and the thin dry air of the new word enveloped her…The demon before her – and she hadn’t been told for sure...

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

The dominoes of fate are falling down as we are speaking, and Ferriar knows what will happen when the last one crashes down.

Sometimes what we don’t want is actually what we need.

But do not take this responsibility lightly, my boy. The Gauntlet casts an ominous shadow.

Even though we don’t admit it, every single one of us aspires to be like somebody, whether they live in the world today, within the bard’s lyrics, or on the pages in the Library

I have to admit I wasn’t to keen on this idea when you first told me you were going out at midnight to see him, but I guess maybe I was wrong… Have you guys?...

Seeing them assembled in Tartarus, Percy felt as hopeless as the spirits in the River Cocytus. So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating,...

Now that you’re here, now that they know you exist, you’ll never be free again. Ever. We’re prisoners to our books, our fates planned long before we were born. You’re no different than us. Fight...

We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.

And it can hurt. Whatever the intensions, it brings two people together. It makes a certain . . . connection.

I only have eyes for you.” He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I swatted him away. Jace laughed. ~Jace~

Milcas raced out his door, anxious to find the answer to this riddle and discover the source of hope for a Roegan in Fargranther; the propellant of an unheard of, forgotten, impossible, and by all...

No one is only one thing, my dear.

Narsh!

it’s through the simple things in life, through its games, when our minds mature the most and we grow knowledgeable. It’s also when the cloth masks of our outer, false personalities are torn asunder, and...

His grip slackened. His last breath rustled her hair. She felt his soul release its hold on the strands of the spiderweb that connected them, and it was like falling asleep in a monster’s lair–frightened...

Before we go on from here, I just want to say,” he paused and took a step closer to me and reached his hand out to my heart. “What I should have said back on...

I refused to believe that someone who had a voice that angelic could be bad. I knew it was illogical to think that way, but I had to believe in something good.

It had become their creation, and they all would know it.

I’ve decided she’s worthy of something more special, something worthy of my powers.

Her scream of utter horror and fright was a sound that no one in the chamber would ever forget.~Crispin.~

A true leader is not meant to be greeted with unanimous praise by his people. A leader is meant to be questioned, to be suspect, to be hated. If he is not, then one can...