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And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.

In truth, a part of me believed that everyone I’d ever loved would come back to me again in another life, in another form. They wouldn’t necessarily know we had met before, and nor would I, but that energy would still thrum between us, that recycled love, that historic bond.

summer deepening always into autumn, winter brightening always into spring, growing new flowers from old roots, and I thought of how it feels to hold you, each season of you, our love blossoming afresh, year after year, century after century, new flowers from old roots, an eternal seed from which life will always bloom —AUTHOR UNKNOWN

as I gazed upon the first bramble, I thought of how the world reinvents itself year after year, century after century,

“What did you…?” Say, what did you say? I begged my mouth to finish the question, to stay awake long enough to hear this new answer, but I was slipping, slipping, slipping, and there, in a grave colder than Mars, next to the soul I’d loved for a hundred lives and lost in every one, we took our final breath beneath the indifferent stars.

“I love you, and I have loved you, and I will love you,” he whispered, hoarse, tortured. My throat ached. “I love you, and I have loved you, and I will love you.” Then, very seriously, he added, “I hope we don’t have to eat frozen reindeer in the next life.”

Social media - it eroded democracy and gamified conflict, the way it splintered attention spans and polarised opinions to dangerous extremes, the way it devalued art and fed the leeches of artificial intelligence, the way it jacked adrenaline and manipulated dopamine and narrowed human awe to a singular flickering point.

Tossing my backpack over my shoulder, I gave Gracie a kiss on the forehead. “Love you too, Porridge Face.” “You can’t take the piss out of a leukaemia patient’s complexion!” she yelled after me. “You insensitive motherfucker!”

Such interesting concept!
El Salvador 2004
Wales 2022
Maybe prologue is Viking? Was Arden the groom or the elder turned demon?

We all need you,” Dean told her. Sloane was our light in the darkness. “Dean,” Sloane said very seriously, “I hope this is not oversharing, but Celine needs me in a very different way.” Knowing Sloane, I half expected her to share exactly what that very different way entailed—but she spared us the explicit details and opted instead for another statistic

But Briggs and Sterling’s twins were expected to make their arrival early—and that meant any day. “I vote yes on the onesies,” I declared. “All in favor?” Sloane asked formally. I leaned back against Dean, and Lia leaned against me before we all chorused in unison, “Aye.”

There were nine and a half weeks left until Michael and Sloane would be home. Nine and a half weeks before I could look at Dean and know he wasn’t leaving the next day. Three years until Mackenzie would join the program. Who knew how long to find the brothers.

Lia won’t be here to die. “It was a test,” she confirms gently. She leans forward, touches her forehead to her mother’s. “Tell me you love me.” It’s Lia who turns, not Sadie. It’s Lia whose hair her mother is brushing. She’ll always be Lia now. “I love you, Sadie.” It would be easier, for Lia, if that were a lie

This is the truth: there is blood on Sadie’s hands, on Lia’s. One lie—the right lie—can doom a man. She wishes a lie could save her mother. He’s going to kill you someday. All of you.

“I love you, Mama.” Lia can make that sound and feel true without having to worry about whether or not it still is. “Even though you’re planning on telling him everything I tell you, even though you’ll stand back and let him put me in a hole in the ground, even though you’ll watch me starving and dying of thirst and look straight through me until he gives me permission to exist again—I love you.”

Whatever happens, pretend that it isn’t happening to you. Sadie is good at pretending. Lia is better. After all, she’s pretended to be Sadie all these years.

“I don’t have visions.” Truths get more potent the longer you keep them from your tongue. There’s years of power in this one. “I never have. He doesn’t have them, either. He’s a liar. I’m a better one, and I will literally rip his eyes out of their sockets the next time he comes to my bed.”

“For the record…” Lia managed to pull Mackenzie’s attention away from the killer’s corpse. “When he said that what he tried to do to you—what he did to the others—wasn’t a pleasure?” Lia spat in the dead’s man direction. “He lied.”

But in Quentin Nichols’s line of work, he had to know what to say, how to manipulate a target, how to defuse a dangerous situation… Or how to blow it up

NEVERMIND, ITS THE CRISIS GUY

Poor little Mackenzie. What she’s been through. What she’s suffered. She needs help. Your help. Release.

THE PSYCHOLOGIST.
You like to watch. Mental health medical background. Omg….

“I’ll love you even more when you’re sick.”

I LOVE HOW BLYTHE IS JUST AS ICONIC AS I REMEMBERED HER TO BE.

“Without our particular childhoods, none of us would be Naturals.”

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This is so fast paceddddd
I love Mackenzie McBride
Was Kelley Peterson a bully?

I’m not applying for freedom.
I’m applying to die.

Slowly, the newly minted director of the FBI smiled. Game on.

“I love you.” Dean lifted the words from my mind. “Today, tomorrow, covered in blood, haunted and waking up in the middle of the night screaming—I love you, Cassie, and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Agent Sterling stared at her father, and for an instant, I could see the little girl she’d been. You adored him once. You respected him. You joined the FBI for him.