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P. 313: “She’s my mom. I’m her Carl.”

P. 131: “My entire being is about to dissolve. Every time I think to speak or do anything, I should find the nearest stock art on the wall and stare at it until I lose all inspiration.”

P. 20: “I know what life I’m supposed to live; I have Pinterest. Obviously, this isn’t it.”

P. 181: “I have never set out with the intention of lying. It’s never something I want to do. Sometimes it just… happens. Usually when the truth feels too embarrassing, and being honest doesn’t feel like an option.”

P. 169: “Maybe I should go away for a little while.” “Oooh, like on a trip?” “No. Like, to prison.”

P. 108: “Anticipation is just another word for uncertainty,” she had said. “It’s a stretch of time where you have very little control. And the longer you have to anticipate something, the more time you have to prepare yourself for the worst.”

P. 752: “How long have I been missing?” “Twelve hours,” Brennan answers. “What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest. She slowly lifts her gaze to mine. “What you asked me to.”

P. 752: “It’s an official blessing of your legal, binding marriage,” Brennan whispers, stunned, then quickly rolls the parchment. “By the head priestess of Dunne’s temple.”

P. 709: “Tairn.” “Not quite.” Rain bombards navy-blue scales. “Sgaeyl?” “You are an inconvenience for which there is no adequate measurement,” she snarls, flying west as the clouds churn above us, darkening with an abysmal quickness.

P. 671: “That’s why we’ll fail. Because you will choose everyone over yourself, and he will choose you over everyone.”

P. 501: “You are magic,” the female says, a note of sadness in her tone. “And yet all you seek to use it for is violence.” “You preach peace while only having known its privilege,” Andarna hisses in retort. “You are all a disappointment to me.”

P. 477: “I hate to break it to you, but you were selected by a general among dragons. You can choose to step into leadership, or he can drag you. Either way, you’re going to end up in front.”

P. 261: “You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in.