Khrys

“There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
― David M. Eagleman, Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives

“Do you still have the revolver you were going to shoot me with?” asked the old man on the telephone.
“Yes, I have it here.”
“How much ammunition?”
“No idea. How do I find out?”
He explained. In the moonlight, she felt the bulges of the cartridges in the cylinder. “Six,” she said.
“And you don’t know how to use it?”
“No.”
“But you are American.”
“Ha-ha.”
“If you do as I say, and go about it cleverly, I hope you won’t need it. Unless Cesare Carnevare crosses your path, in which case please be kind enough to shoot him.”
“How about the concordat?”
He laughed. “Shoot him when no one’s looking.”
― Kai Meyer, Arcadia Awakens

“The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.”
― Tammara Webber, Easy

“I can't be any more addicted to it than I already am,"Jamie said slowly, as though he'd rehearsed this, and then waiting for a cue Nick obviously had no intention of giving." Think about crack!" Jamie added, clearly struck by insperation. "Yes! It's like I'm a crack addict, and you're my friend the drug dealer who gives me crack for free, and I know you're just trying to be a good friend, but every time I think 'Wow, this crack might be a little bit of a problem for me,' you're there to say, 'Have some more delicious crack.' Am I making sense?"
Nick stared."Hardly ever in your life.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Surrender