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“What makes a treasure a treasure." Marine replied, "is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.”
― Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines

“If I ever see you again, you traitorous bastard, I'll take out the other fucking eye!”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

“I can’t help blushing and looking down at my feet. “It was nothing.��
“It was literally everything to me.��
I look up, putting on my best version of Eight’s teasing smile. “In that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog.��
Eight clasps his hands across his chest like I’ve wounded him. “You’re right! I’m a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog.�� He grabs my hand and gets down on one knee, pressing his forehead to the back of my hand. “My savior, what can I ever do to repay you?”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

“Mi amigo Óscar es uno de estos príncipes sin reino que corren por ahí esperando que los beses para transformarse en sapo. Lo entiende todo al revés y por eso me gusta tanto. La gente que piensa que lo entiende todo a derechas hace las cosas a izquierdas,y eso, viniendo de una zurda,lo dice todo. Me mira y se cree que no lo veo. Imagina que me evaporaré si me toca y que,si no lo hace,se va a evaporar él. Me tiene en un pedestal tan alto que no sabe cómo subirse. Piensa que mis labios son la puerta del paraíso,pero no sabe que están envenenados. Yo soy tan cobarde que,por no perderle,no se lo digo. Finjo que no le veo y que sí,que me voy a evaporar...
Mi amigo Óscar es uno de estos príncipes que harían bien manteniéndose alejados de los cuentos y de las princesas que lo habitan. No sabe que es el príncipe azul quien tiene que besar a la bella durmiente para que despierte de su sueño eterno,pero eso es porque Óscar ignora que todos los cuentos son mentiras,aunque no todas las mentiras son cuentos.Los príncipes no son azules y las durmientes, aunque sean bellas, nunca despiertan de su sueño. Es el mejor amigo que nunca he tenido y, si algún día me tropiezo con Merlín,le daré las gracias por haberlo cruzado en mi camino.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“How do we know that’s really John?�� she asks. ‘Setrákus Ra can change forms. This might be some kind of trap.�� In my excitement to hear John and Sam, I hadn’t even considered the possibility that this could be a ploy. Behind me, Nine shouts towards the communicator.
‘Hey, Johnny, remember back in Chicago? When you were claiming to be Pittacus Lore and we had a debate about whether to go to New Mexico?��
‘Yeah,�� John’s voice sounds like it’s coming through clenched teeth.
‘How’d we settle that?��
John sighs. ‘You dangled me off the edge of the roof.��
Nine grins like that’s the best thing ever. ‘It’s definitely him.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“I fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it's an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams.
- Marina”
― Pittacus Lore, The Power of Six

“Marina me dijo una vez que sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Marina, te llevaste todas las respuestas contigo”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Negative.
"Mouth closed, politely.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“Wow, hi,�� Eight says, and when he speaks it’s with his own voice.

It’s him. It’s really him.

Marina nearly doubles over with a delighted sob. She collects herself quickly, though, and grabs Eight first by the shoulders, then on the sides of his face. She pulls him in close.

‘You’re warm,�� she says in wonder. ‘You’re so warm.��

Eight laughs easily. He puts his hand over Marina’s and gently kisses the side of it.

‘You’re warm, too,�� he says.

‘I’m so sorry, Eight. I’m sorry I couldn’t heal you.��

Eight shakes his head. ‘Stop, Marina. It’s okay. You brought me here. It’s �� I can’t even describe it. It’s amazing in there.��

Already, I see the energy spreading outward from Eight’s heart. It races through his body, fissures opening on his arms and legs. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain. He just smiles at Marina and looks at her like he’s trying to memorize her face.

‘Can I kiss you?�� Marina asks him.

‘I really wish you would.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“Light is safety; light is life
The first rule of the Arclight.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“Fire and light. With all our safety measures, and all our weapons, it's the primitive things that keep us safe.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“El territorio de los seres humanos es la vida. La muerte no nos pertenece.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“O, that the gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i' the purer air!”
― William Shakespeare, Pericles

“Priority target... no way is that a good thing.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“Do you have any matches?"
"What for?" The suspicion is back in his voice. That's the Tobin I know and lo-
Well, that's the Tobin I know, anyway.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“„Čovjek ne može shvatiti ništa u životu dok ne shvati smrt.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“„Kakva je to znanost koja može čovjeka poslati na Mjesec, a ne može staviti komad kruha na stol svakog čovjeka?”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death”
― T S Eliot

“Gracias por ser el mejor amigo que nunca he tenido.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“A veces las cosas más reales sólo suceden en la imagi�Բ�����ó��, Óscar -dijo ella-. Sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Some of the cottages have tiny courtyards surrounded by high stone walls. These walls are bright with flowers: valerian, feverfew, mallows, lace cap hydrangeas spring from the crevices in these stones and flourish in the salty air.
If she looks across the river Evie can see Kingswear with its tier upon tier of houses stacked on the hill above the marina: narrow terraced houses the color of ice cream: mint, vanilla, bubblegum, coffee.”
― Marcia Willett, Summer On The River

“Marino, zabrałaś ze sobą wszystkie odpowiedzi.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“We unify. We include."
"But humans like being individuals."
"We know," Rue said. He pushes off the ground with his foot, starting the swing into a slow sway. "We didn't understand-individuals like being lonely."
"It's not lonely." Hopefully he can't tell I'm lying.”
― Josin L. McQuein, Arclight

“She speaks, my lord, that may be, hath endured a grief Might equal yours, if both were justly weighed.”
― William Shakespeare

“I saw it, Six,�� Marina whispers to me. ‘When I kissed him, I saw inside the thing �� Lorien, the energy, whatever you want to call it.��

‘Okay,�� I say, wanting to be gentle with her, but not sure we have time for this. ‘And?��

Marina grins at me. ‘It’s spreading, Six. Through the Earth. It’s spreading everywhere.��

‘What does that mean?�� Adam asks.

‘It means,�� Marina says, wiping her face and standing up straight, ‘that we aren’t alone anymore.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“¿Entonces? ¿O es que tienes tan bajo concepto de ti mismo que no crees que valga la pena escribir sobre ti?”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“He won’t have long, daughter.��

‘Who won’t?�� she replies, puzzled.

Without another word, the entity’s eyes close and Eight’s body begins to tremble. To my surprise, the energy actually recedes from his body. The cracks along the backs of his hands stop glowing and close up, as does the one that opened across his forehead. After a few seconds, the only thing left glowing on Eight is the wound over his heart. He floats out of the column of energy and ends up right in front of Marina.

When Eight opens his eyes, they don’t glow. They’re green, just like I remember them, serene, but with a spark of that old mischief. Eight’s lips curl into a slow smile as he sees Marina.

‘Wow, hi,�� Eight says, and when he speaks it’s with his own voice.

It’s him. It’s really him.

Marina nearly doubles over with a delighted sob. She collects herself quickly, though, and grabs Eight first by the shoulders, then on the sides of his face. She pulls him in close.

‘You’re warm,�� she says in wonder. ‘You’re so warm.��

Eight laughs easily. He puts his hand over Marina’s and gently kisses the side of it.

‘You’re warm, too,�� he says.

‘I’m so sorry, Eight. I’m sorry I couldn’t heal you.��

Eight shakes his head. ‘Stop, Marina. It’s okay. You brought me here. It’s �� I can’t even describe it. It’s amazing in there.��

Already, I see the energy spreading outward from Eight’s heart. It races through his body, fissures opening on his arms and legs. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain. He just smiles at Marina and looks at her like he’s trying to memorize her face.

‘Can I kiss you?�� Marina asks him.

‘I really wish you would.��

Marina kisses him, pressing in close, squeezing him. As she does, the energy swells up from within Eight and, slowly, his body begins to break apart. It’s different from when a Mogadorian disintegrates. It’s as if, for a moment, I can see every cell in Eight’s body and see how the energy from the well glows in between each of them. One by one, those pieces of Eight dissolve, and he becomes one with the light. Marina tries to cling to him, but her fingers pass right through the energy.

And then, he’s gone.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“The first boats clearly defined the fall zone, rippling on the water, caked with dirt and filings of iron collected over the years from the rumbling bridge. The bill for the stoppage of these boats condemned them to abandonment. Some were moored strangely or had awkward railings protruding from them, so you needed to be careful when walking along the narrow pier below the promenade of glamour and relaxation. You had to pay attention to everything, at the same time, affirm your charm and carelessness only.”
― Mordawska Beata

“Su gloria era ser la esposa de un marino, pero debía pagar el precio de una constante alarma por pertenecer su esposo a aquella profesión que es, si fuese posible, más notable por sus virtudes domésticas que por su importancia nacional.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion