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“As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nïx murmured, “Hint: it’s the middle one.”
Elizabeth’s fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction—pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package.
“You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this.”
― Kresley Cole, Lothaire

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
― Anita Desai

“This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot