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Maria V. Snyder

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Maria V. Snyder
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
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Death

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Only Valek would consider an attempt on my life a fascinating diversion.
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I feel an extremely annoyed thunderstorm nearby, Kade warned. Actually, I'm the one annoyed. The thunderstorm could go either way. - Storm Glass
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You should know what happens when you play with fire, Cahill. Eventually, you'll get burned.
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In the end, only Leif believed that you were still alive. He thought you might be hiding somewhere, playing a game. As the rest of us grieved, Leif searched the jungle for you day after day.” “When did he finally stop?” I asked. “Yesterday.
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You had me tied in knots. You saved Belen's life, and I wanted to kill and thank you all at the same time. And during those nights when we didn't know if you'd live or die, I went from being angry, to worried to frustrated to scared all within a single heartbeat. If you had die, I would have killed you.
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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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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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Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.
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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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And clay-caked clothes are so last year.
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I’ll have you know that the most delicate flowers often produce the strongest scent when crushed.
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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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