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You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

J.R. Ward

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...He palmed up the life Alert. Death Alert was more like it: Help, I haven't fallen and I'm standing up-can you come and rectify this problem? - Isaac
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All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.
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You know, you sound like birds when you do that chuckle thing. It's nice. Over to the left, Vishous put his head in his hands.
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Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.
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United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.
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As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy.
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Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.
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I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.
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V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~
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I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.
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Don't be an asshole, the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.
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To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.
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Is he Catholic? her grandmother asked on the way out. He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation. He looks like a good boy, her vovo said over her shoulder. A good Catholic boy. And that was that -- for now.
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Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
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All kings are blind. The good ones see this and use more than their eyes to lead.
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Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.
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Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. Later. Food first. Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. You are a total sap.
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So will you meet me?” “Yeah. Sure. Where.” “Montrag’s safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
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Without time,” the angel said, “you have only the bottomless, shapeless mire of eternity.” “FYI, philosophy bores me.” “Not philosophy. Reality. Time is what gives life significance.
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