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01c. 1965 AD

I thought it would be quieter here.” [Anna] hadn’t meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. “The wind in the trees,” Bran said. “And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

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02c. 1965 AD

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

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03c. 1965 AD

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

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04c. 1965 AD

No, really," I said. "Now that we know that Flores is really this nasty, fiery, superpowerful nothing-can-kill-me demon from hell, maybe we should consider just giving Christy to him?

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05c. 1965 AD

Jumping Jehoshaphat. O Holy Night.

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06c. 1965 AD

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.

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07c. 1965 AD

You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

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08c. 1965 AD

Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first."A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace."A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is 'The Lamb of God.'"Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep."I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb...

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09c. 1965 AD

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

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10c. 1965 AD

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

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11c. 1965 AD

If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.

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12c. 1965 AD

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

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13c. 1965 AD

Damn it," I said. "I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to kill Littleton."He smiled at me, his teeth very white in the darkness of his face. "Eat him," he said.

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14c. 1965 AD

One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed.

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15c. 1965 AD

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him.“Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.

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16c. 1965 AD

Death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

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17c. 1965 AD

Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.

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18c. 1965 AD

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine.” He closed his eyes and laughed. “And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women’s Liberation Movement’s list of things not to say to a modern woman.

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19c. 1965 AD

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

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20c. 1965 AD

For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever.“Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didn’t do vulnerable.“Really what?” I asked.“Despite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, you’d still have me?”He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me.“Adam,” I told him, “I’d walk barefoot over hot coals for you.

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21c. 1965 AD

You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?” “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?

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22c. 1965 AD

Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.

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23c. 1965 AD

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?"He smiled at me. "Go to sleep."I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?"His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

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24c. 1965 AD

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

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