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396 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 5, 2011
Gabriel glanced down. “Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m the family bad guy
Before he knew he was immortal. Before life was no longer fragile.
Those were the days when life truly meant something.
When life was hard but worthwile, and love was valuable because your days were numbered.
That was living

“Do you think it’s weird to kiss someone you barely know?”
No, it’s perfectly normal and gives us a fantastic excuse to make out. Kiss me!
“Totally weird,” she said, immediately wanting to slap herself.
He nodded slowly. “Me too.” Scarlet’s heart sank a little. Gabriel flashed his dimples. “I guess now I’ve got a good reason to get to know you, don’t I?”
Scarlet narrowed her eyes. “Who said I’d let you kiss me even if you got to know me?”
He nodded his head with a smile. “Challenge accepted.”

“Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?"
Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?"
"Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.”


“Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. "Life isn't about the past and the future. It's about today." He paused. "It's about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It's moments, you know? Not years. Years aren't what define us.”




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"Life isn't about the past and the future. It's about today. It's about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It's moments, you know? Not years. Years aren't what define us."
Tristan lived in a dark basement. Of course.
"All these arrows are sharp and have blood on them."
"Yes, well. I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear."
"You think I hate you?"
Scarlet shrugged. "Do you?"
Tristan looked at the floor, then at the wall, and finally at Scarlet. "No."
Their eyes locked again and Scarlet's chest tightened. He was so beautiful and guarded, like he had a thousand secrets and no one to trust.
"We're not going to kill that guy."
"We might."
"Tristan, that's homicide."
"It's self defense."
"It's not self defense. He didn't come after you."
"But he came after Scarlet. And technically, Scarlet is a piece of me. So yeah, it's self defense."
Gabriel stared. "I cannot believe you actually did that."
"Maybe if you weren't such a pretty boy you could do it too."
"Just because I don't want to track down crazy people in the woods on a full moon doesn't mean I'm a pretty boy."
"Can I get you anything? Water? Juice?"
"Do you have Lucky Charms?"
"Uh, maybe. Do you want Lucky Charms?"
"If you've got them."
Scarlet smiled and led him into the kitchen to make him a bowl of cereal like he was a four-year old or something.
"Nate held his hand in the air. "Good to see you, Scarlet. High-five!"
She awkwardly high-fived him. "Do we... know each other?"
"Yep. You just don't remember me. But no worries. I'm super awesome and you're going to love me."
"Of course not. She's not a cry-baby. She's fine. She's just...far away, you know?" She snapped his fingers in his face. "So fix it. I need my best friend back. And also, I need her to start wearing matching socks. Today, she had on a white one, and an off-white one." She tossed her hands in the air. "Unacceptable."










(sono di parte) vedevo all'orizzonte il temibile TRIANGOLO...
<-- il mondo dei prescelti alla fine), in questa storia troviamo il triangolo del dolore perfetto. 



