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“We're going to be fine, Julie," said Jason. "Our lives are going to be good."
"You promise?"
"I promise.”
― Robert G. Culp, Knight School: A Mystic Brats Novel

“What are you talking about?” asked Julie. “Haven't you learned anything about who you are?”
“Oh, yes, I have,” I replied. “The problem is I'm an enigma wrapped in a California Roll of bull-shit.”
― Robert G. Culp, Knight School: A Mystic Brats Novel

“Hey," Arnold shot Hector a small glare. "Emma's worth every second of my time. She's the only girl for me. There's not anyone else who could hold a candle to her."
"That's nice," said Hector as Emma hid behind a row of lockers while the two boys walked by. "It's great to have unrealistic and dangerously high expectations. Maybe, I should make 'High Hopes' your ringtone."
"Just keep it up, Hec," Arnold grinned as he shook his head.
"I'm just saying that you need to keep your options open until you know it's a sure thing."
"Like you and Pria?"
"Exactly, like Pria and me! We're soulmates, y'know? Reincarnated lovers from eons ago in vain of Romeo and Juliet."
"You're a total spaz. You know that, right?"
"Hector Spazz Ramirez. I like the sound of that. Y'know what also has a nice ring to it?"
"What?"
"Mrs. Pria Spazz Ramirez! You think I should run that by her later?"
"Definitely go for it. Put a ring on it."
"But should I do it before or after French Class?"
"See? Now, I can't tell if you're still joking."
"Oh, I am."
"Thank goodness."
"Or am I? I really don't know anymore.”
― Robert G. Culp, Olympus Rising

“What the hell? Oh, that's right. It's the first Monday of the school year, so of course, Emma's beating the shit out of someone."
"Hector — come on and help me pry her off Helena," said Arnold anxiously.
"Oh, so that's who she's thrashing," Hector mused. "I should have recognized her solid gold pumps. Finally, someone who deserves it."
"It doesn't matter if she deserves it or not," Arnold said in exasperation. "If the Principal or the teachers see her doing this..."
"Fine," Hector sighed. "But she better not kick me in the balls again, like last time.”
― Robert G. Culp, Olympus Rising

“I’m scared, Jeb,” said Marley.
“Sometimes having hope can be the scariest thing of all,” Jeb let a single tear run down his cheek. “But that makes us human.”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“Are you sure? I’m a pretty messed up person right now. You should probably send me back to where I came from for repairs,” he chuckled nervously.
“We’re both messed up, Jason,” I smiled as a tear ran down my cheek. “But I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
“Promise?” he smiled.
“I promise. The two of us can always be messed up together.”
― Robert G. Culp, Fugitives Of Destiny

“You didn’t give us much choice.” Mitchell glared at her. “But once I saw your little Deathstar routine... Let’s just say I understood why.”
“Told you I had a plan,” Marley beamed.
“That’s the reference you get?” Reyna sighed as she dodged another attack.
“Its Star Wars,” Marley shrugged. “Who doesn’t get Star Wars?”
“She has a point,” Armie half-grinned as he darted away from a serpent’s mouth on his Skyboard.
“Who doesn’t get Harry Potter?” Reyna asked, irritated.
“So, does she,” Armie chuckled nervously.
“Someone’s whipped.” Marley raised her eyebrow, bemused. “Nice to know some things never change.”
“Apparently,” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Now, if we could take a break from today’s installment of ‘The Teens Of Our Lives’ —”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“Kirk...” said Kevin, finally letting go of his knees. “...I don’t think your precious friend is home right now.” Kevin drew his sword and swung it in preparation.
“We’re not going to kill them,” I said. “They’re cursed.”
“So are you,” Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yet you still seem to be in control of yourself... so far, anyway.”
― Robert G. Culp, Fugitives Of Destiny

“What did you do that would put you in the risk of burning in hell?”
“That's not important —”
“TELL ME!”
The knight suppressed a chuckle. “I had forgotten how fiery you truly were, Nara Roman. As for what I did, you should know better than anyone...”
― Robert G. Culp, Fugitives Of Destiny

“We're going to be fine, Julie,” said Jason. “Our lives are going to be good.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
― Robert G. Culp, Knight School: A Mystic Brats Novel

“You didn't let me finish," said Julie. "It's weird... because I love you too." Tears poured down Julie's face. "I never told you this, though, since ― since I haven't felt loved in such a long time! The more that I wish it wasn't real, the more I know it is, and it terrifies me as nothing has ever done before."
Jason walked closer to Julie and grasped her hand. "I am not your father, Julie, I would never hurt you." Jason leaned in closer to Julie, so close that it seemed as if their hearts were beating as one, their lips slowly meeting in a passionate kiss. Jason wiped the tears off Julie's snow-white cheeks, which now had the faintest trace of red. As they slowly moved apart, Julie grinned despite herself.
"I just wanted you to know where I stand with us," said Jason. "But if you need time to think about... well... I'll be waiting.”
― Robert G. Culp, Knight School: A Mystic Brats Novel

“I’m sensing some deep-rooted issues,” said Hector. “I know you’ve been in hell for a very long time, but we now have these wonderful new experiences called: Family Therapy. And I think you two could really benefit from it. And I already know this great doctor. What do you say?”
― Robert G. Culp, Olympus Rising

“What would you do if it were you at the crossroads?"
"That depends on what each one offered," Emma mused. "You got any ideas?"
"One road is the path that everyone else tells you that you'll do great on, but you lose everyone in your life that matters; and the other is you spending your life the way you always wanted to... like riding on a Tilt-a-Whirl with the greatest friends you could ask for, no matter how much it made you want to hurl."
"You did come close to chucking out your guts, didn't you?" Emma grinned.
"Me?" Arnold smiled back. "I was talking about you."
"Okay, so it's all about me now, huh?"
"Oh, definitely," Arnold chuckled, "it always will be.”
― Robert G. Culp, Olympus Rising

“You really suck at this, y’know?” Reyna laughed. “What kind of demon can’t even hit someone with a fireball?”
“Insulant girl! I am the Guardian of —!”
“Awful cliches?”
“Hell!”
“Sure you are!”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“Shut up.” Marley playfully slugged his shoulder as she wiped her own tears away. “And never say I look good wearing these... things.”
“Got it,” Armie laughed. “From now on, only pure and decent insults about you will leave my mouth.”
“Yeah, right,” Marley laughed.”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“What’s that?”
Mitchell blinked in an annoyed manner and said, “The potion, of course. With any luck, once you drink this, you’ll be able to astral project yourself to wherever Shade is keeping Marley.”
“No,” said Jeb, “I meant, what were those two drops you just added to it?”
“Sweat of goat anus,” Mitchell smirked. “Does wonders for digestion.”
“You’re sick,” said Jeb. “You know that, right?”
“Eh.”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“Are you sure? I’m a pretty messed up person right now. You should probably send me back to where I came from for repairs,” he chuckled nervously.“We’re both messed up, Jason,” I smiled as a tear ran down my cheek. “But I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
“Promise?” he smiled.
“I promise. The two of us can always be messed up together.”
― Robert G. Culp, Fugitives Of Destiny

“What the hell is that?” Marley gulped.
“Seriously?” said Reyna. “This is why you should have watched Harry Potter more!”
“Like that thing was in a Harry Potter movie!” Marley snapped.
“Yes, in the second one!” Reyna snarled. “It’s a basilisk or whatever!”
― Robert G. Culp, City Of The Slain

“Well, you found me," I said. "I guess you're going to call and report me to Mr. Louis now..."
"Eventually," she said, "but first I wanted to tell you that I know how you feel... if you'll stop being a total jerk for two seconds. Can you?"
"I don't know," I told her. "My longest period of not being a jerk is only one second, two might be stretching it, but I'll try my best.”
― Robert G. Culp, Knight School: A Mystic Brats Novel