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Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

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Kelley Armstrong
Age: 55
Born: 1968
Born: December 14
Novelist
Writer
city of Sudbury
Sarah
Impulse
Passion
Hate
Love

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After the woman left, I set my coffee down and opened the bag. Two muffins-double-chocolate and blueberry bran. I texted Adam a thank-you. I’d just started eating the chocolate muffin when he texted backPut that one down and eat the bran. It’s better foryou.
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It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn't afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first - I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he'd think of me.
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I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I'd glimpse something underneath, and he'd snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.
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...in some ways I relied on that- someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out.
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His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. Sorry. Focus, Rafe. I am. Just on the wrong thing.
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Some women just aren’t cut out to be mothers, and unfortunately it had taken Susanna three kids to realize she was one of them.
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When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I’d like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects.
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He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.
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First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
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Nothing screws up a séance like the appearance of a real ghost. ~Jaime Vegas
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I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.
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Derek lunged. He hit me in the shoulder and knocked me to the floor, landing on top of me. His body jerked, like he'd been hit with the spell, and I let out a yelp, struggling to get up, but he held me down, whispering I'm okay, it's okay until the words penetrated.
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Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.
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He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. “I’m definitely thinking something with more body parts,” I said. “Like a head.” He gave a snort of a laugh. “It’s probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.
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We’re not naked, we’re skyclad!
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Demon, angel, all the same thing if you go back far enough, or cut deep enough.
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Elena? Yes, unless Nick found a woman in the forest, which I suppose wouldn't be too surprising.
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Yes, I said You were saved by a girl. Horrible, isn't it? He slid out and looked down at my bare legs. Not just a girl, but a half-naked one. Now that's hot. If I'm still unconscious, don't wake me, okay?
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He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. Bad Chloe,” I muttered. What?” I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe.” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put out my hand. “Get it over with.
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Did you use a chainsaw? Joey said. I seem to recall you like chainsawa. There wasn't a power outlet. Clay turned to me. That's what I want for Father's Day, darling. A gas powered chainsaw.
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