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“Caine met Diana's disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud.
"Why so gloomy? Doesn't every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?"
"Princess," Diana said.
"So, you got a promotion," Caine said.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“Caine tried to roll to his feet, but something was jabbing him in the crouch. He shook off the stars and saw Edilio standing over him. Edilio had the business end of his automatic rifle in a very sensitive place.
"If you move, Caine, I will shoot your balls off," Edilio said. "Toto?"
"He will," Toto said, "Although he's not sure it will be just your balls.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“You can't be trapped by other people, you can only be trapped by your own fear. Defy and win.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“He didn't mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple.”
― Michael Grant, Plague

“Hello, Darkness," Caine said.
Gaia's face fell. Her bloody, feral grin faded to be replaced by lips drawn right with fear. Her killer blue eyes widened as she looked at Caine who was no longer Caine.
"Nemesis," Gaia said.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“I鈥檓 sorry for hurting you. I know I did. I鈥檓 most likely dead now, and I guess if there鈥檚 any kind of fairness in the afterlife I鈥檓 probably in hell getting roasted. But if that鈥檚 where I am, I want you to know, I still love you. Always did. Love, Caine”
― Michael Grant

“And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other.
鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 you just . . . fade?鈥� Gaia demanded plaintively.
鈥淵ou hit me,鈥� Nemesis said. It was a little boy鈥檚 voice coming from Caine鈥檚 mouth. 鈥淎nd that鈥檚 not okay.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“when you asked me to stay away from you in your note, it finally hit me. You meant it. You weren鈥檛 going to try anymore. I鈥檇 run out of chances, and I realized that the night before would be the last time I ever saw you. And I couldn鈥檛 鈥� The whole time on that plane I 鈥� I kept thinking to myself if I could just get to you I would tell you I loved you and I鈥檇 get to keep you. I鈥檓 that selfish.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“You鈥檙e lying to yourself. You鈥檙e holding this up as a way to keep me locked out. But it鈥檚 too late. I鈥檓 in. You love me.鈥� I smiled softly as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against my words. 鈥淵ou love me,鈥� I repeated, 鈥渁nd you鈥檒l never hurt me. And I will never hurt you. I will never use you like they did, like they all did. Because I want you. Just you.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“But hey this was the FAYZ, where all you could really hope was to delay the pain.”
― Michael Grant

“Lexie,鈥� he said, his voice guttural, 鈥淚 told you this to wake you up. A man like me isn鈥檛 capable of being your fucking white knight.鈥� His fingers peeled my hand from his neck and he gently pressed me away.
I felt the anger boil up inside me. 鈥淚鈥檓 not looking for a hero!鈥�
He flinched at the emotion cracking my words.
鈥淚 never asked for that.鈥� I shook, my hands curling into fists at my side. 鈥淚 just wanted you, because despite what you might think, I see you. And no, you鈥檙e no fucking white knight, but you鈥檙e what I want.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“I won鈥檛 stay,鈥� I warned him. 鈥淚 won鈥檛 try to fight for you anymore. This is it. If you walk away it鈥檚 not for me. I won鈥檛 ever think that. I will always, always blame you for this. For ruining us.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“For the longest time my company is what got me up in the morning. It was what motivated me every second of every day. Since the moment you started working for me, you are what has gotten me up in the morning. You are what motivates me every second of every day. And still I want more from you. Tomorrow the day is all ours, because I want to talk to you about something.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“Lexie, I practically sold my soul to get where I am today. I鈥檓 a selfish bastard 鈥� and you 鈥︹€� His eyes washed over my face. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e already lost everything to keep your soul intact.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“No one will ever understand like I do. You鈥檙e so different with me, baby. You take care of me. You make me feel safe. You鈥檙e not who you think you are. Didn鈥檛 you once tell me that people aren鈥檛 just one thing? You鈥檙e so much more to me than anything you might have done in the past.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“I am not your mother. I鈥檓 not looking for something else from life. I鈥檓 not looking for more. I鈥檓 not looking for a great adventure. I鈥檓 not looking, because I found it. You are my more. You are my great adventure.”
― Samantha Young, Hero

“Endgame,鈥� Sam muttered, not really expecting Caine to hear.
鈥淵ep,鈥� Caine said. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 right. Endgame. The FAYZ barrier is coming down; at least that鈥檚 my
bet. But there鈥檚 also a ninety percent chance you and me both end up dead. Ten percent chance we
both actually get out of here alive. In which case we end up sharing a cell somewhere.鈥� He laughed.
鈥淜ind of unfair, really, what with me being evil and all, and you just so darned virtuous and heroic.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“It鈥檚 not about the powers, man; it鈥檚 that we aren鈥檛 kids anymore. Look what we鈥檝e been through. Look what we鈥檝e done. Look at yourself, surfer dude. We鈥檝e done something none of our parents have even come close to. We didn鈥檛 take over their boring world; we took over a world about a thousand times tougher. If we walk out of this alive, we won鈥檛 have to bow our heads to anyone.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“I鈥檝e never been this happy,鈥� I whispered, a little scared by it.
Caine must have heard the fear, because he kissed my neck, tightened his hold on me, and said, 鈥淢e neither. But we鈥檒l get used to it.鈥�

鈥淧谤辞尘颈蝉别?鈥�

He lifted his head to meet my gaze. 鈥淣o, because on second thought I don鈥檛 want to get used to it. If you get used to it鈥斺€�

鈥淵ou forget to be thankful for it,鈥� I finished.
He nodded slowly. 鈥淵eah.”
― Samantha Young

“Delay of pain: that was the meaning of life, wasn鈥檛 it?
鈥淚鈥檝e made some bad decisions,鈥� Caine said, not really meaning to say it out loud.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“It took Caine a few beats to get it. 鈥淣o. Go kill yourself. Eat your own gun. No. No no no.鈥�
鈥淵ou鈥檙e happy here counting fish and nagging kids to work?鈥� Edilio asked.
鈥淗e鈥檚 not,鈥� Virtue said, beating Toto to the punch and earning an annoyed glance from Caine.
鈥淗e鈥檚 only done it for two days since the battle, and he鈥檚 already bored.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“But then had come the voice that said, "Come on, you little freak, wherever the hell you are,
whatever the hell you are, let鈥檚 get this done with.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

“A white van drove slowly鈥攁s slowly as only an inexperienced and frightened driver could go鈥�
down San Pablo Avenue. It came to a stop at a distance, and Caine found himself hoping it was
trouble. Trouble he could handle. A fight would be a wonderful relief from the tedium.”
― Michael Grant, Light

“I learned that I knew it (there are some things in life, you knew before you could put the words to them, for me, this was one) upon first seeing the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and hearing Lawrence Jamieson (Michael Caine) utter these words:

Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson

“Now, who else speaks for Perdido Beach?鈥�
Bouncing Bette said, 鈥淪am Temple here went into a burning building to rescue a little girl. He can speak for me, anyway.鈥�
There was a murmur of agreement.
鈥淵eah, Sam is a hero for real,鈥� a voice said.
鈥淗e could have died,鈥� another voice seconded.
鈥淵eah, Sam鈥檚 the guy.鈥�
Caine鈥檚 smile came and disappeared so quickly, Sam wasn鈥檛 sure it had happened. For that millisecond it was a look of triumph. Caine walked straight up to Sam, open and forthright, hand extended.
鈥淭here are probably better people than me,鈥� Sam said, backing away.”
― Michael Grant

“You saw the way everyone looked at him? And when I asked for nominations, his was the first name mentioned. I don鈥檛 like it, his being Nurse Temple鈥檚 son. That鈥檚 a bad coincidence. Get a read on him. If he has the power, we may not be able to wait to deal with him.”
― Michael Grant

“My little man,鈥� she said.
鈥淣辞.鈥�
She stretched out her hand to him. 鈥淐ome.鈥�
鈥淚 can鈥檛,鈥� he said.
鈥淪am, I鈥檓 your mother. I love you. Come with me.鈥�
鈥淢辞尘鈥︹赌�
鈥淛ust reach out to me. I鈥檓 safe. I can carry you away, out of this place.鈥�
Sam shook his head slowly, slowly, like he was drowning in molasses. Something was happening to time. Astrid wasn鈥檛 breathing. Nothing was moving. The whole world was frozen.
鈥淚t will be like it was,鈥� his mother said.
鈥淚t was never鈥�,鈥� he began. 鈥淵ou lied to me. You never told me鈥︹€�
鈥淚 never lied,鈥� she said, and frowned at him, disappointed.
鈥淵ou never told me I had a brother. You never told鈥斺€�
鈥淛ust come with me,鈥� she said, impatient now, jerking her hand a little like she would when he was a little kid and refused to take her hand to cross the street. 鈥淐ome with me now, Sam. You鈥檒l be safe and out of this place.鈥�
He reacted instinctively, the little boy again, reacted to the 鈥渕ommy鈥� voice, the 鈥渙bey me鈥� voice. He reached for her, stretched his hand out to her.
And pulled it back.
鈥淚 can鈥檛,鈥� Sam whispered. 鈥淚 have someone I have to stay here for.鈥�
Anger flashed in his mother鈥檚 eyes, a green light, surreal, before she blinked and it was gone.
And then, out of the bleached, unreal world, Caine stepped into the eerie light.
Sam鈥檚 mother smiled at Caine, and he stared at her wonderingly. 鈥淣urse Temple,鈥� Caine said.
鈥淢om,鈥� she corrected. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time for both my boys to join me, to come away with me. Out of this place.鈥�
Caine seemed spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from the gentle, smiling face, the piercing blue eyes.
鈥淲hy?鈥� Caine asked in a small child鈥檚 voice.
Their mother said nothing. Once again, for just a heartbeat, her blue eyes glowed a toxic green before returning to cool, icy blue.
鈥淲hy him and not me?鈥� Caine asked.
鈥淚t鈥檚 time to come with me now,鈥� their mother insisted. 鈥淲e鈥檒l be a family. Far from here.鈥�
鈥淵ou first, Sam,鈥� Caine said. 鈥淕o with your mother.鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� Sam said.
Caine鈥檚 face darkened with rage. 鈥淕o, Sam. Go. Go. Go with her.鈥� He was shouting now. He seemed to want to grab Sam physically, push him toward the mother they had not quite shared, but his movements were odd, disjointed, a jerky stick figure in a dream.
Caine gave up trying. 鈥淛ack told you,鈥� he said dully.
鈥淣o one told me anything,鈥� Sam said. 鈥淚 have things I have to do here.鈥�
Their mother extended her arms to them, angry, demanding to be heeded. 鈥淐ome to me. Come to me.鈥�
Caine shook his head slowly. 鈥淣辞.鈥�
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e the man of the house now, Sam,鈥� his mother wheedled. 鈥淢y little man. Mine.鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� Sam said. 鈥淚鈥檓 my own man.鈥�
鈥淎nd I was never yours,鈥� Caine sneered. 鈥淭oo late now, Mother.鈥�
The face of their mother wavered. The tender flesh seemed to break apart in jigsaw-puzzle pieces. The gently smiling, pleading mouth melted, collapsed inward. In its place a mouth ringed with needle-sharp teeth. Eyes filled with green fire.
鈥淚鈥檒l have you yet,鈥� the monster raged with sudden violence.
Caine stared in horror. 鈥淲hat are you?鈥�
鈥淲hat am I?鈥� the monster mocked him savagely. 鈥淚鈥檓 your future. You鈥檒l come to me on your own in the dark place, Caine. You will come willingly to me.”
― Michael Grant

“Has Orc shown up here?鈥� But neither Caine nor Diana answered. Both were staring at Drake, who sauntered toward them, all his cockiness restored, no longer the ragged scarecrow who had wept when he saw the melted stump of his hand lying on the tile floor. 鈥淒rake,鈥� Caine said. 鈥淲e thought you were dead.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 back,鈥� Drake said. 鈥淎nd better than ever.鈥�
The red tentacle unwrapped itself from around his waist, like a python releasing its victim.
鈥淟ike it, Diana?鈥� Drake asked.
The arm, that impossible bloodred snake, coiled above Drake鈥檚 head, swirled, writhed. And then, so fast that the human eye could barely register the movement, it snapped like a bullwhip.
The sound was a loud crack. A mini鈥搒onic boom.
Diana cried out in pain. Stunned, she stared at the cut in her blouse and the trickle of red from her shoulder.
鈥淪orry,鈥� Drake said with no attempt at sincerity. 鈥淚鈥檓 still working on my aim.鈥�
鈥淒rake,鈥� Caine said and, despite the blood, despite Diana鈥檚 wound, he grinned. 鈥淲elcome back.鈥�
鈥淚 brought some help,鈥� Drake said. He extended his left hand, and Caine shook it awkwardly with his right. 鈥淪o. When do we go take down Sam Temple?”
― Michael Grant

“There are some things in life you know even before you can put words to them. Then it dawned on me, upon first seeing the film Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and hearing Lawrence Jamieson (Michael Caine) utter these words:

Freddy, as a younger man, I was a sculptor, a painter, and a musician. There was just one problem: I wasn't very good. As a matter of fact, I was dreadful. I finally came to the frustrating conclusion that I had taste and style, but not talent. I knew my limitations. We all have our limitations, Freddy. Fortunately, I discovered that taste and style were commodities that people desired. Freddy, what I am saying is: know your limitations. You are a moron.”
― Lawrence Jamieson, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels