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  • #1
    Therisa Peimer
    “Tightening his embrace around his wife and little Theo, he vowed, "I will do everything in my power to continue being worthy of the faith you have in me.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #2
    Max Nowaz
    “It was amazing how a crisis could concentrate some minds while others went to pieces. Things had gone disastrously wrong in the last few days for Adam. His only worry before finding the book had been how to keep his girlfriend Linda without marrying her in the process. A contest he had lost.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #3
    Ami Loper
    “We may with confidence approach the throne. We may walk in the garden with Him once again.”
    Ami Loper, Constant Companion: Your Practical Path to Real Interaction with God

  • #4
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #5
    A.R. Merrydew
    “     ‘The onboard computer just wants to say a few words before we leave.’
         The speakers in the cabin crackled into life. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you on-board the presidential shuttle for tonight’s illicit flight, Alfa Bravo Charlie. I would just like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you all and thank you so much for coming here tonight to steal me. To be honest I don’t get out much these days so this is something of a special occasion.’
         ‘It will be for us too if we get caught,’ Semilla said sardonically.”
    A.R. Merrydew, Our Blue Orange

  • #6
    Diane Merrill Wigginton
    “I’ll say, G’day to you, Mr. Ryan!” Catherine said as she quickly closed the door in his face. “Oh, the arrogance,” she growled under her breath, leaning her back up against the closed door. “He thinks he’s so irresistible with his rugged good looks and sexy accent.”

    “I’m standing right here, and I can hear you!” came Jake’s muffled words from the other side of the door. “Oh, c’mon love. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was offending you.”
    Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

  • #7
    “While I was looking the other way your fire went out
    Left me with cinders to kick into dust
    What a waste of the wonder you were
    In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
    In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
    At the disgrace of a waste of a life”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #8
    O. Henry
    “If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.”
    O. Henry, The Trimmed Lamp and Other Stories of the Four Million

  • #9
    Eric Carle
    “One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.”
    Eric Carle, The Very Hungry Caterpillar

  • #10
    Nicole Krauss
    “She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air.”
    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

  • #11
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “unearned suffering is redemptive.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #12
    Willa Cather
    “Sometimes you will need to be understood; what you never show to anyone will need companionship. And then you must come to me.”
    Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark



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