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“Beer bottles and whisky jugs exploded from ill-aimed bullets. Wood chips showered down from the rafters and the air filled with the metallic smell of gun smoke. Trace fired a shot or two of his own, but decided his best option was to find some sort of shelter--drunks made horrible shooters.”
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
“When life is simple and nothing is truly asked of us, believing is easy. We almost do it without thought. But it is during times of trial, when we need the Lord’s strength the most, that many people turn away. I find that rather interesting, myself. It should almost be the other way around, don’t ya think?”
― Dead Plains
― Dead Plains
“You don’t stop believing just because the world isn’t how you imagined it should be. That is where faith steps in, especially when you can’t understand why things happen as they do. It is my faith that keeps me moving forward. It is my faith that carries me where my understanding fails.”
― Dead Plains
― Dead Plains
“You’re my world, my light, my life. You are my everything.”
― Dead Plains
― Dead Plains
“She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head. "Who said I was a lady?”
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
“I'm sorry to hear that. It's part of my nature to be friendly. I'll do my best to be more rotten if you like.”
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
― Wanted: Dead or Undead
“I must have passed out, because one minute I was biting my bottom lip and fighting back tears and the next I was sleeping on top of a pile of Pillow Pets—unicorns, lady bugs, and brown floppy dogs—covered in a zebra-striped Snuggie. Strange, but definitely comfortable. He”
― Anyone?
― Anyone?
“Picking locks? My old man taught me when I was a kid. Thought it might come in handy someday.” “Really? What kind of dad teaches their kid how to pick locks?” Rude, I knew, especially when my own father taught me to shoot guns and build a bomb shelter. Who was I to judge? He”
― Anyone?
― Anyone?
“If an eighty-year-old wants to skydive, then so be it. If I want to blow soap bubbles in the park, then why not? Why is riding a tricycle good for a three-year-old but looks odd for a thirty-year-old?” He pointed at me, a little more sternly this time. “Don’t let your number define you.” I”
― Anyone?
― Anyone?
“Sometimes we don’t know how strong we are or what we’re capable of doing until we’re forced to find out.” Wow.”
― Anyone?
― Anyone?






