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I know I burn for you.Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought,I burn for you.

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Ukiah
California
Christine King
Burn
Sleep
Thought
Even
People

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There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?
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Why do I have to do this? Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model, Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with, Gator rumbled. Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
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King-sized? It would take up all my space. I need wide-open spaces. She glanced at Kane for help, but he was rolling around on a matress and moaning in a loud, orgasmic manner. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.
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We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?
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I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.
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He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us. Francesca laughed at him.
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Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time In this time And all others
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He was dead. He just didn't know it yet.
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Before Elle had come into his life, he didn't even know what tea was. Now it was a staple. Worse, he actually knew the differences in teas.
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He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.
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You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.
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Do you have a camera? Jackson asked. We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky. Jonas shook his head. We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.
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It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.
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