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“You are my whole heart, Scarlet. And this is breaking it.'

My heart cracked open and clear dropped out of me. My mouth opened, and I looked round me and stamped my foot. 'Does this look like a good time to tell me that, you damn stupid boy?' I meant to sound mean but my voice wobbled. 'Now?'

He gave a little smile. 'My foul-mouthed warrior.”
― A.C. Gaughen, Scarlet

“I know how strong you are, Nina. My death will not be the thing that defeats you.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“I have to let you go,' he said in a cracked whisper. 'While I can. Leave me that, Fitz. That I broke the bond. That I did not take what was not mine.”
― Robin Hobb, Fool's Fate

“The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can鈥檛 move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.”
― B.L. Brunnemer, Trying to Live With the Dead

“I came to the Pipers for you.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“Alistair spoke behind his visor. "You look very pretty."
Mouse looked to Eanrin. "He sounds concerned. What did he say?"
"He said they're never going to believe you're a girl.”
― Anne Elisabeth Stengl, Dragonwitch

“Depressed" is a word that often describes somebody who is feeling sad and gloomy, but in this case it describes a secret button, hidden in a crow statue, that is feeling just fine, thank you.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Vile Village

“SPOILER ALERT: We all die in the end.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Saul's vitals were not human, but familiar:
he never told me he was from another world:
I never told him I was from his future. ”
― Joe Haldeman

“No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else- pass the time and to distract her situation she was in- The fear came trickling out. It however like a cloud of gas around her threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her. She had discovered that the most affective way of keeping the fear of day was to fantasize that something that gave her a feeling of strength. She closed her eyes and conjured up the smell of gasoline.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played With Fire

“The man himself lay in the bed.

For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him.”
― William Faulkner , A Rose for Emily

“A few weeks ago I had a dream. I dreamed I was back at the house, in the red room, reading my microeconomics textbook. Maddy outside playing with Hope, and Agnes was preparing dinner. It was just like old times. I was elated. I knew all along that they weren't really dead. It was all just a terrible mistake. Maddy joined me in the library. Strangely, she didn't smell like anything. Not her usual cr猫me brulee or green apples or candy. That's when I realized she was dead, though I didn't know I was dreaming. She apologized for everything and then proceeded to explain why things had turned out the way they had. Her story made complete sense. It was what I needed to hear. Finally I had an answer. Finally I could let go. And then she vanished
When I woke up, in a pool of sweat, I couldn't remember a thing Maddy had said.”
― Katherine Easer, Vicious Little Darlings

“No hago m谩s que percibirle... sentirle... en todos los rincones.”
― Stephen King, Cujo

“Wren, in her sleeping robe, standing close to a tall wolf demon, her head craned back to face him. The wolf: Moon caste, marbled ash-gray fur flowing silkily over angular features, a diamond-shaped patch of white on his long, muzzlelike jaw. He鈥檚 dressed in soldier鈥檚 clothes. One pawed hand is lifted to cup Wren鈥檚 face, like the beginning of a kiss.”
― Natasha Ngan, Girls of Paper and Fire

“Nice to see Gertrude also used to get a lot of threats. So far, it doesn鈥檛 seem that any of them went desperately well, except for Elias, of course, but he didn鈥檛 threaten, did he, just...did it.”
― Jonathan Sims, The Magnus Archives: Season 4

“鈥� Para voc锚 鈥� Gisa diz, estendendo a m茫o boa, de onde pende um retalho de seda preta. O tecido 茅 frio e escorregadio. 鈥� De antes. Flores vermelhas e douradas enfeitam o pano, bordadas com uma habilidade de mestre.
鈥� Eu lembro 鈥� murmuro, correndo o dedo sobre a perfei莽茫o imposs铆vel. Ela bordou isto h谩 muito tempo, uma noite antes de o agente quebrar sua m茫o. Est谩 inacabado, assim como o antigo destino dela. Assim como Shade. Tr锚mula, amarro o tecido no punho.
鈥� Obrigada, Gisa. 鈥� Enfio a m茫o no bolso e digo: 鈥� Tamb茅m tenho uma coisa para voc锚, minha garota.
Uma bijuteria barata. O brinco solit谩rio combina com o mar de inverno ao nosso redor. Ela perde o f么lego ao segur谩-lo. As l谩grimas logo v锚m, mas n茫o posso v锚-las”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“Then what鈥檚 changed?鈥�
You are the only witch in all of Antebellum who has earned Deasyvla鈥檚 trust and fully merged with a dragon.
She shrugged. 鈥淪o?鈥�
You, Sanna of Anguis, are now the High Dragonmaster.”
― Katie Cross, Flame

“We are spoilers and we are around spoilers!”
― Deyth Banger

“There's no secret entrance into Blackcliff, Laia. Even if there was, I wouldn't be stupid enough to try to attack a school of Masks." "Then how--" "How?" he muses. "A good question. How do you get rid of a girl who blunders into your hideout at the most inopportune moment, claiming to be the long-lost daughter of the Lioness? How do you appear in essential faction in the Resistance when they stupidly insist you help her save her brother? How do you make it look like you're helping her when in fact you don't have the time or the men to do so?" My mouth goes dry. "I'll tell you how," Mazen says. "You give the girl a mission she won't come back from. You send her to Blackcliff, home of her parents' killer. You give her impossible tasks, like spying on the most dangerous woman in the Empire, like learning about the Trials before they even occur.”
― Sabaa Tahir Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

“The timing of her welds, the blinking of the arc, the light touch that held two parts together and was then withdrawn, the patience and the quickness, the generation of blinding flares and small pencil-shots of smoke: these acts, qualities, and their progress, like the repetitions in the hymns that the women sang on the line, made a kind of quiet thunder that rolled through all things, and that, in Paulette's deepest wishes, shot across the Pacific in performance of a miracle she dared not even name - though that miracle was not to be hers.”
― Mark Helprin, The Pacific and Other Stories

“She was going to plant a Japanese maple tree on top. She had already procured it, a lovely sapling with pale bark and the most elegant limbs, long and even, fine but strong. It had been one of Edward's favorite trees; the leaves were red in spring, turning by autumn to a most beautiful bright copper color, just like Lily Millington's hair. No, not Lily Millington, she corrected herself, for that had never been her real name.
"Albertine," Lucy whispered, thinking back to that mild Hampstead afternoon when she had seen the shock of red in the glass house at the bottom of the garden and Mother had instructed her to take two cups of tea "in the finest china." "Your name was Albertine Bell."
Birdie, to those who loved her.”
― Kate Morton, The Clockmaker's Daughter

“Your sister sends her love, Hansel.”
― Alix E. Harrow

“Spoiler - Souvent quand je marche seule maintenant, dans la 蹿辞谤锚迟, il m'arrive de parler 脿 Lynx comme avant. Je le fais sans m'en rendre compte jusqu'脿 ce que quelque chose me fasse sursauter, et m'oblige 脿 me taire. Je tourne la t锚te et e crois apercevoir le reflet brun-roux d'un pelage. Mais le chemin reste d茅sert, des buissons d茅nud茅s et des roches humides. Je ne suis pas surprise d'entendre 脿 tout moment craquer derri猫re moi des branches sous ses pattes l茅gr猫res. En quel autre lieu pourrait errer sa petite 芒me de chien si ce n'est sur mes traces ? C'et un fant么me aimable et je n'en ai pas peur. Lynx mon brave et beau chien, mon chien, il est probable que c'est seulement dans ma pauvre t锚te qu'existe le bruit de tes pas, le reflet de ton pelage. Tant que je vivrai, tu suivras ma trace, affam茅 et consum茅 de d茅sir comme moi-m锚me, affam茅e et consum茅 de d茅sir, je suis d'invisibles traces. Ni toi ni moi ne mettrons jamais notre gibier 脿 l'arr锚t.”
― Marlen Haushofer, The Wall

“Excuse me? Who here had the bright idea of healing a gunshot wound with the bullet still in it?鈥�

All eyes turned to another doctor that had stepped into the hallway. Toriel narrowed her eyes. 鈥淭hat was my doing. You must be Doctor Akron. Doctor Ross mentioned you might stop by.鈥�

鈥淚'll bet. Listen to me. What you did put that girl's life in danger. You left contaminated shrapnel in an open wound and sealed it up without even trying to sterilize it.鈥�

鈥淚... I am not familiar with the details of human medical treatment-鈥�

鈥淓xactly! You have no business making those kinds of calls! All you did was make things worse! Even with the X-Rays we had to perform exploratory surgery to find all of those bullet fragm-鈥�

Hal Greene suddenly pushed past the queen and stood face to face with Dr. Akron. 鈥淗i there doctor! You sound cranky, you could use some fresh air!鈥�

Before anyone could respond, Hal grabbed the doctor's shoulder, knelt down, pulled, and twisted in one seamless movement that left the doctor in a fireman's carry across his shoulders.

鈥淲hat in the- PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!鈥�

鈥淚 can't put you down here, you silly billy! The fresh air is outside the building! Let's go! DAH NAH NAAAAAH DAH NAH NAHHHH....鈥�

Every person in the hallway watched in confusion as Hal carried the angry doctor on his shoulders, running down the hallway, into the lobby, and presumably outside the building.

鈥�...WAS THAT THE ROCKY THEME HE WAS TRYING TO SING?鈥� Papyrus scratched his skull in confusion.

鈥淵eah.鈥� Justin shrugged. 鈥淗al loves underdog stories.”
― TimeCloneMike, Ebott's Wake

“The Malus Codicum.
It was an infernal book, thrice damned. I knew of no other copy in existence. One half of the Inquisition would kill me to get their hands on it, the other half would burn me for having it in my possession.”
― Dan Abnett, Hereticus

“How the devil can I believe anything you say!鈥� he burst out. Body weakness made his indignation sound aggrieved and whining. 鈥淚f all this is true, you might have explained some of it earlier, last spring, and spared us both a trip to Pulefen. Your efforts in my behalf-鈥�

鈥淗ave failed. And have put you in pain, and shame, and danger. I know it. But if I had tried to fight Tibe for your sake, you would not be here now, you鈥檇 be in a grave in Ehrenrang. And there are now a few people in Karhide, and a few in Orgoreyn, who believe your story, because they listened to me. They may yet serve you. My greatest error was, as you say, in not making myself clear to you. I am not used to doing so. I am not used to giving, or accepting, either advice or blame.鈥�

鈥淚 don鈥檛 mean to be unjust, Estraven-鈥�

鈥淵et you are. It is strange. I am the only man in all Gethen that has trusted you entirely, and I am the only man in Gethen that you have refused to trust.鈥�

He put his head in his hands. He said at last, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, Estraven.鈥� It was both apology and admission.

鈥淭he fact is,鈥� I said, 鈥渢hat you鈥檙e unable, or unwilling, to believe in the fact that I believe in you.鈥� I stood up, for my legs were cramped, and found I was trembling with anger and weariness. 鈥淭each me your mindspeech,鈥� I said, trying to speak easily and with no rancor, 鈥測our language that has no lies in it. Teach me that, and then ask me why I did what I鈥檝e done.鈥�

鈥淚 should like to do that, Estraven.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“The last seconds of Gaspode's life hissed from the future to the past.”
― Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

“The axe took off Elend's head.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages

“Souffre donc la mort de ton amant ; c'est peu pour sauver l'honneur de la maison de France. Je souffre bien la mort pour que le secret meure avec moi.”
― Alexandre Dumas, La Reine Margot, Tome II

“La mort n'avait pas d茅suni leurs mains, car, soit hasard, soit pieuse attention du bourreau, la main droite de La Mole reposait dans la main gauche de Coconnas.”
― Alexandre Dumas, La Reine Margot, Tome II