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Every person has the latent ability to read minds and influence the physical world without touching it, but they don't have the ability to connect with the power source.

Maria V. Snyder

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Maria V. Snyder
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
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Living with your decision must be hard. Nothing I or anyone can say will give you any peace. You must reconcile your actions in your heart.
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Pretty stupid,” I called after his retreating form. “To give up before all possible solutions have been tried.
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There is a reason for everything. You might not be able to figure it out, and time might have made us all forget it, but the reason is there all the same.
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But you've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.
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There are certain people I trust no matter what. Even when it seems like they've turned into monsters, you need to stay true to them. Because, in the end, they'll be the ones backing you up.
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Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies. He grinned. No sense doing things halfhearted. And to think, some girls have to endure listening to poetry.
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Valek: You know a death sentence hasn't kept us apart before. Yelena: Is that an order Valek? Valek: No, it's a promise!
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There's always another storm. It's the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to keep an eye on whats brewing for tomorrow.
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When we reached the beach, Leif fell to his knees with a dramatic cry. Solid ground! I'll never take you for granted again. Are you going to kiss the sand? I asked. Don't be ridiculous. Now I'M the one being silly? Yes.
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You’re better off fighting hand to hand than wielding a weapon you don’t know how to use. A skilled opponent would simply disarm you. Then your troubles would be doubled. Not only would you be under attack, but you’d have to counter your own weapon
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His movements were so graceful that I wondered if he had been a dancer, but his words betrayed to me that his fluid gestures were those of a trained killer.
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Oh, you made an impression. Like a stone caught in my boot.
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I hate a mystery. I would have let the identity of the Commander’s successor remain a secret, as I have for fifteen years, but tonight’s opportunity was too tempting. With eight drunken Generals sleeping it off, I could have danced on their beds without waking them. - Valek
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Valek leaned back in his chair and said to me, “I don’t think I would have made it past the audition,Yelena. I probably would have set my hair on fire by this point.” “What’s a singed head for the sake of art?” I teased. He laughed.
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Ursan flourished the knife, threatening me. Talk, or I'll start cutting off body parts. Yours? Or mine? I kept my voice steady despite my insides twisting into goo. It's an important distinction.
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Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep. I doubt Valek is in trouble.
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You could change into a goat and it would still apply.
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To Yelena, our newest food taster. May you last longer than your predecessor.
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You’ve only had a small glimpse of how insufferable and annoying I can be. As the older brother, it’s my birthright.
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“Run,” he whispered. “Run.” “No, Rand,” I said, brushing the dirt from his face. “I’m tired of running.” “Forgive me, please.” He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. “You’re forgiven.” He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.
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