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“Get up," I tell myself, "You go and make your dreams a reality. There's no use staying home and whine every time life beats you down. There's a meadow in the deep forest; you just have to keep pushing through.”
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“I keep going;I keep writing because I know something good will happen, and I want to see it when it happens.”
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“If there's one thing I've learned, it is to never give up--no matter what your circumstances are. Giving up doesn't solve anything.”
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“Fire’s an excellent purifier.”
― The Silver Cross
― The Silver Cross
“Wounds that haven’t healed properly still hurt you. You pretend to allow them faze you, but I see past the mask. Shame, that a pretty woman like you has to perish by fire.” Cain shrugged. “I’m surprised they didn’t burn you in the witch trials.” He shook his head as if he corrected himself. “No, what am I saying? You were with Saain during that time.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“I refuse to give up when things go wrong because there is always a sliver lining behind the cloud.”
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“I covered my eyes with my hand. Please don’t let it be what I think it is. “It isn’t babysitting again, is it?” I asked in a squeaky voice. Oh dear, please don’t let him hear what I’d said.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“Sometimes the writer has to learn the hard way of creating a bad work to become a best-seller yet doesn't surrender to the negative where other writers will.”
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“Both of you know that one of you will get hurt if you keep this up.”
“I can’t stay away from her,” I said, curling my fist.”
― The Silver Cross
“I can’t stay away from her,” I said, curling my fist.”
― The Silver Cross
“I woke, remembering a dream from the night before. Pictures of frightened children lingered in my mind as I approached them with a hunger unsated by mundane appetites. I recalled how flesh smelled: sweet. The texture was tender, yet it was bitter to the taste. Blood was messy and dripped down my chin. The demon, the cold-blooded monster mingled with my DNA: a gift from one of my parents brought to daylight by evil people.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“People have told me, "Go write your book," and I said, "OK.”
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“There is a difference between an author and a writer. The author never gives up when things go wrong, but the writer does.”
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“The man went to the controls, looking up at me, flaring his nostrils to my actions. His voice was like a voice under water. “We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“What, has a goddess got your tongue?”
― The Silver Cross
― The Silver Cross
“Jane Greyson had once told me that my voice was one of the Ancients—old and wise.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“You always have choices,” the teen placed her hands on her hips. “You just choose to disobey.”
I wanted to strangle her, yet I lifted an eyebrow to her claim. It would have been a mess anyway. “Oh? And how do you explain the matter at River Park?”
The question perked Jane to ask, “What incident at River Park?”
The teen’s face whitened, her eyes bulged like pool balls. “I thought we’d agreed to not mention it!”
“We did,” I said, casually. “But you should’ve known better than to trust a demon.”
― The Glass Serpent
I wanted to strangle her, yet I lifted an eyebrow to her claim. It would have been a mess anyway. “Oh? And how do you explain the matter at River Park?”
The question perked Jane to ask, “What incident at River Park?”
The teen’s face whitened, her eyes bulged like pool balls. “I thought we’d agreed to not mention it!”
“We did,” I said, casually. “But you should’ve known better than to trust a demon.”
― The Glass Serpent
“I ceased the search to listen again, what the problem was. What’s going on at home? Why was Luccas calling out Jane’s name? What happened? Why could I hear him without connecting directly to him? I shook my head, but screams pierced through. I moved the shelf on its side, a loud crashing that startled the men outside. Falling to my knees, I covered my ears to them. My head banged against the metal and stayed there. “What in the name of Hera am I going to do?” I asked the air. The screams stopped but for how long? How long would silence be until they resumed? I raised my head, gently pulling my hands away and listened. Silence. Where were the men chasing me? Did they give in and go home? No, that would have been too easy. Saain would slay each man for leaving a traitor alive.”
― The Silver Cross
― The Silver Cross
“We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was with him before. Although I was positive that I’d never seen this man, something still ached at me. Was it a longing of a piece of my past starting to take effect?”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“I will always love being a writer. There is nothing greater than that.”
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“Good job,” Alyx snapped. “You’re very intelligent, Raye. You almost hit mom’s car.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent
“Women were a whole other species when it came to understanding them.”
― The Silver Cross
― The Silver Cross
“Go ahead, make me mad, I'll just use you in one of my books.”
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“I decided the reason why Luccas rushed off was he was allergic to the food that they had brought out. Not paying compliments to the decorations, I poked at the squid with a fork making sure it was dead. Yuck, it reminded me of squid shaped spaghetti. My mind imagined it struggling to break free from my fork. Its legs flopped back and forth, to the sides almost as if it danced. Then to eat it while it squirmed after every bite; chomp, chomp, chomp. On the other hand, you could also eat it raw, but I suppose that was where the squirming comes in. Hmm. . . Any who... Before we get off topic, I finally ate it. Yes, even with the gross images in mind.”
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“The secret of being a successful writer is--write. Every writer deserves that chance.”
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“You’re the one they’re looking for,” he said, with a curled lip. “You’re the Glass Serpent.”
― The Glass Serpent
― The Glass Serpent





