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“We're quiet for a moment. And then: 'Why did you call me Matt?'
'It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that I know you, I realise I should have called that character Dick.'
He laughs, and then the couch shakes. 'Honestly, Gabe, I forgot you could be this much fun.”
― Paula Weston, Shadows

“I know things are messy with us, but do you really think I could just walk away from you?"
This time he doesn't look away. "Do you really think I'd let you?”
― Paula Weston, Haze

“You believe what he's saying - that they're demons?"

Simon nods.

"Like, from hell?'"

"No," Rafa says, "from Comic-Con." He shakes his head. "Yes, from hell.”
― Paula Weston, Haze

“How can you be so sure?" I badly want to believe him, but this is Rafa. The guy who's all action and no plan.
His smile is tired, knowing. An echo of a shared past I don't remember. "Because I'm not smart enough to give up, and you don't know how to.”
― Paula Weston, Haze

“Calm down," Rafa says.
"Yeah," I say, "because you're an expert at patience."
"Which is why I look to you to set the example."
"Oh, fuck off.”
― Paula Weston, Shimmer

“I knew this was still here somewhere." He pulls a knife from the back of the drawer, takes it out of its sheath and shines the torch on it. I move closer until our shoulders touch.
"That's beautiful," I whisper.
"You gave this to me."
I take the knife. It's heavier than I expect. "Please, tell me it was a gift and not something I stabbed you with.”
― Paula Weston, Shimmer

“How can you forgive what I did?"

"Because I know you. Because I've seen the best and the worst of you. Because of everything we've been through in the last hundred and thirty-nine years and what we've been through since you found me in the bar. God, because I want to move forward."

"Yea, but --"

"Because I love you, you idiot!”
― Paula Weston, Burn

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― Paula Weston, Haze

“During a match, you are in a permanent battle to fight back your everyday vulnerabilities, bottle up your human feelings. It鈥檚 a kind of self-hypnosis, a game you play, with deadly seriousness, to disguise your own weaknesses from yourself, as well as from your rival.”
― Rafael Nadal i Farreras

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― Bill Bass, Jon Jefferson

“Bel, you sulphurous prick, how do you know?”
― Paula Weston, Shadows

“He gives me a grim smile. 'You'd probably make a coin purse out of my balls.'

'Nah,' I say lightly, like his rejection doesn't sting. 'I'd want something big enough to carry more than five-cent pieces.'

His smile slowly widens, and he draws me closer. 'Don't push your luck, *Gaby*. This resolve of mine is pretty fragile.”
― Paula Weston, Shadows