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“I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“And then we jerked to a stop. Jared was blocking the exit. "Have you lost your mind, Ian?" he asked, shocked and outraged. "What are you doing to her?"
"Did you know about this?" Ian shouted back, shoving me toward Jared and shaking me at him.
"You're going to hurt her!"
"Do you know what she's planning?" Ian roared.
Jared stared at Ian, his face suddenly closed off. He didn't answer. That was answer enough for Ian.
Ian's fist struck Jared so fast that I missed the blow - I just felt the lurch in his body and saw Jared reel back into the dark hall.
"Ian, stop," I begged.
"You stop," he growled back at me.
He yanked me through the arch into the tunnel, then pulled me north. I had to almost run to keep up with his longer stride.
"O´Shea!" Jared shouted after us.
"I'm going to hurt her?" Ian roared back over his shoulder, not breaking pace. "I am? You hypocritical swine!"
There was nothing but silence and blackness behind us now. I stumbled in the dark, trying to keep up.
He jerked me along faster, and my breath caught in a moan, almost like a cry of pain.
The sound made Ian stumble to a stop. His breathing was hoarse in the darkness.
"Ian, Ian, I..." I chocked, unable to finish. I didn't know what to say, picturing his furious face.
His arms caught me abruptly, yanking my feet out from under me and then catching my shoulders before I could fall. He started running forward again, carrying me now. His hands were not rough and angry like before; he cradled me against his chest.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I know
Okay, Sorry. I am.
Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don't always feel the right thing, do the right thing”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I hurried to the southern corridor, relieved when I was safe in the blackness there. Relieved and horrified. It was really over now.
I'm so afraid, I whimpered.

Before Mel could respond, a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder from the darkness.

"Going somewhere?"

I was so tightly wound that I shrieked in terror; I was so terrified that my shriek was only a breathless little squeal.

"Sorry!" Jared's arm went round my shoulders, comforting. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, still breathless.

"Following you. I've been following you all night."

"Well, stop it now."

There was a hesitation in the dark, and his arm didn't move. I shrugged out from under it, but he caught my wrist. His grip was firm; I wouldn't be able to shake free easily.

"You're going to see Doc?" he asked, and there was no confusion in his question. It was obvious that he wasn't talking about a social visit.

"Of course I am." I hissed the words so that he wouldn't hear the panic in my voice. "What else can I do after today?It's not going to get any better. And this isn't Jeb's decision to make."

"I know. I'm on your side."

It made me angry that these words still had the power to hurt me, to bring tears stinging into my eyes. I tried to hold onto the thought of Ian - he was the anchor, as Kyle somehow had been for Sunny - but it was hard with Jared's hand touching me, with the smell of him in my nose. Like trying to make out the song of one violin when the entire percussion section was bashing away...

"Then let me go, Jared. Go away. I want to be alone." The words came out fierce and fast and hard. It was easy to hear that they weren't lies.

"I should come with you."

"You'll have Melanie back soon enough," I snapped. "I'm only asking for a few minutes, Jared. Give me that much."

Another pause; his hand didn't loosen.

"Wanda, I would come to be with you."

The tears spilled over. I was grateful for the darkness.

"It wouldn't feel that way," I whispered. "So there's no point.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“They're monsters."
"That's what Edward thought."
"Oh, yeah? He a friend of yours?"
"No, Miss Librarian. Just a main character in a wildly popular vampire series.”
― Shannon Delany, Secrets and Shadows

“It's a strange world"
"The strangest”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Thanks, Jeb," Kyle said.
"Shut the hell up, Kyle. Just keep you fat mouth shut. I'm dead serious about shooting you, you worthless maggot.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Nunca sabrás cuánto tiempo nos queda en realidad.”
― Stephenie Meyer, 호스íŠ� 1

“There was no hatred in your heart," I whispered. "That you existed is proof that we were wrong. We had no right to take your world from you, Walter. I hope your fairytales are true. I hope you find your Gladdie.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“The shortest life of any I’d ever lived. The shortest, the most important, the most heartbreaking of lives. The life that would forever define me. The life that had finally tied me to one star, to one planet, to one small family of strangers. A little more timeâ€� would that be so wrong?”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“It doesn't feel that way to me. I think... Well, I think that maybe... you're dying to be human." There was almost a smile in her thought as she heard the silly double meaning to the phrase. "After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire? I didn't know why I had yearned after it so desperately. All I knew was that, now that I had it, it was worth every ounce of risk and agony it had cost. It was better than I imagined. It was everything.”
― Stephenie Meyer

“Majambazi huwapenda wanaowapenda. Chukulia mfano huu: Mimi na Wanda ni marafiki, OK? Baba yake, au genge la baba yake, hataweza kunidhuru au kuwadhuru watu ninaowapenda kwa sababu tu ya urafiki na mtoto wake. Na yeye anaweza kufumbiwa macho akifanya makosa kwa sababu mimi na mtoto wake ni marafiki wakubwa. Murphy, hapa Meksiko tuna kitu kinaitwa Bima ya Utekaji Nyara ('Ransom Insurance'). Zamani nilikuwa nalipa dola milioni kumi za Marekani kama bima ya utekaji nyara; Lisa alikuwa analipa milioni nne na Wanda bado analipa milioni mbili mpaka sasa hivi. Baada ya mimi na Lisa kujenga urafiki na Wanda, malipo yetu ya bima yamepungua mpaka dola milioni moja kwa mwaka.”
― Enock Maregesi, Kolonia Santita

“Kolonia Santita imesambaa dunia nzima. Hapa Meksiko wana magenge rafiki zaidi ya mia moja yakiwemo makubwa kabisa katika Latino ya Matamolos na Baja California. Nikitekwa nyara na memba yoyote wa magenge hayo, kuna uwezekano mkubwa wasinifanye chochote au nisilipe chochote kwa sababu ya Wanda. Fadhila ya uhalifu. Kwa sababu ya fadhila ya uhalifu; baba, au viongozi wengine wa serikali ambao watoto wao wamo ndani ya 'mpango' huo, wanatakiwa wawakingie kifua (kwa namna yoyote wanayoweza) pindi wanapoanguka katika mikono ya dola na sheria. Wasipofanya hivyo kutakuwa na vita ya ndani kwa ndani â€� kama unanielewa. Hivyo, kuna mtu anaitwa El Tigre â€� baba yake Wanda â€� ndiye ninayetaka unisaidie. Amemuua Marciano, na watu wengi wa Meksiko. Nataka kumlipia kisasi Marciano, na marafiki zangu wengi ambao El Tigre amewaua, hata kwa njia isiyodhahiri.”
― Enock Maregesi, Kolonia Santita