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Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.

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Nalini Singh
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: February 17
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Gone
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Nothing
Things
Never
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Illium grinned, unrepentant. “Want to try again? I’ll move extra slow — you are both so much older, after all.” The last words were a conspiratorial whisper. Galen glanced at Raphael. “How has he survived this long?” “No one can catch him.
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Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.
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I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.' 'I won't let you fall.
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You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.
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Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?
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But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.
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Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!
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Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.
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Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.
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Sleep Red, I've got you. - Vaughn to Faith
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Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.
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He couldn’t say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he’d learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she’d knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. “It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.
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You do realize this makes your wings even more unique. Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?
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Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. Max? Yes? Will you remember me? His heart broke into a thousand pieces. Always.
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And if she fell, he'd fall with her.
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When you want something so bad it hurts,” he said quietly, “and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?
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But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.
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Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.
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Jesus H. Christ. I have new respect for the female of the species suddenly.
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All right. Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. But will you replace it with something for me? Anything. His body was hers. Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too. A tender kiss pressed to the scar. I want us to fly together.
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