“Buccal list: A list of food a person has never tried before but wants to taste during their lifetime.”
― Saint Richard Parker
― Saint Richard Parker
“I opened my eyes to the sound of my phone ringing. The bedside clock read 10:05 PM. Rudy’s name displayed on my phone.
“Rudy? Where are you?”
“Boss, I’m okay, really. It’s just that my car broke down. I’m near a city called…hold on a sec, a city called Beaumont, Texas.”
“But you’re alright? Where’s your car right now? What’s wrong with it?”
― Uncanny Alliance
“Rudy? Where are you?”
“Boss, I’m okay, really. It’s just that my car broke down. I’m near a city called…hold on a sec, a city called Beaumont, Texas.”
“But you’re alright? Where’s your car right now? What’s wrong with it?”
― Uncanny Alliance
“Mom, please don't use 'the happy voice.' It reminds me of the day Tinkles died."
"Who was Tinkles?" Sue asked around a mouthful of pancake.
"My cat. When I was five, Tinkles died choking on a mouse that was a bit ambitious for a kitten to eat."
"It was terribly traumatic for Aurelia because it was the first time she'd experienced loss."
"What did you do to help her get through it?"
Rosalind smiled at Mother Guardian. "Well, after a good cry, we performed an autopsy."
Aurelia reached for her mother's hand. "I never thanked you for that.”
― Taming Flame
"Who was Tinkles?" Sue asked around a mouthful of pancake.
"My cat. When I was five, Tinkles died choking on a mouse that was a bit ambitious for a kitten to eat."
"It was terribly traumatic for Aurelia because it was the first time she'd experienced loss."
"What did you do to help her get through it?"
Rosalind smiled at Mother Guardian. "Well, after a good cry, we performed an autopsy."
Aurelia reached for her mother's hand. "I never thanked you for that.”
― Taming Flame
“Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.”
― The Giver
― The Giver
“Looking over the Ethan's bowed head, amidst the tangled forest of Wilderness littered with the bodies of men dead and dying, Victor saw the serene image of his mother. She smiled at her son, her unbound black hair blowing wildly in the breeze. She reached a hand out towards him, and this time, he went with her.”
― Victor's Blessing
― Victor's Blessing
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