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4996b52
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It was an observation, not a judgment. Shylah liked the way Draden seemed to reserve his conclusions until he had the facts.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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4940301
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He wasn't worried about being alone. He was used to it. He'd been alone most of his life, even in the midst of a crowd. He could handle that, no problem.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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2b3e967
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[...]her mouth curved into that smile that always teased every one of his senses. Amusement. She could feel it and give him that sense of playfulness and joy that she seemed to have in abundance.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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4847f55
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That fantasy mouth smiled. The kind of smile that could melt the panties off a nun. Holy Cow.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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ede70a4
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That was the first time I realized that some people had something truly beautiful and it was called family. I wanted that for myself-and that tea set. It was elegant and beautiful, and it represented that bond they has as well as their connection to the past.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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c1d5cd6
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[Joe] was the sort of man who stayed cool under the most embarrassing situations and having Shylah RIP him a new one in front of an audience had to be right up there.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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f379c94
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There was a sense of comfort being wrapped up in his arms. He was calm in the middle of a terrifying experience. He was a rock she could cling to.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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3b3c99f
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In his quest to find the perfect supersoldier, he experimented on the girls and when he thought he perfected what he was looking for, he psychically and genetically enhanced the soldiers in his GhostWalker program.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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1f43f36
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Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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3b2d07f
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He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like she was his and had been for years. Like he was a man dying and she was his greatest love. He felt like she was. Shylah Cosmos. His only little peony. His delicate flower. Dependable. Long-lived.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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cd0e166
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He'd been lucky enough to find a home with Team Four of the GhostWalkers in the Pararescue Unit. In his life, those men had been the first he'd ever given his allegiance to, and that had been hard-won.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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14cba59
|
The examinations had taken much longer than necessary because they were paying more attention to learning each other's bodies than searching for telltale symptoms of the virus.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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d0488f6
|
There was kindness in her and compassion. Two characteristics he didn't have. Or at least, not in abundance. He was the perfect killing machine. He didn't need to feel bad. Once unleashed, set on a course, he followed it until it was done.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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717d02b
|
There it was. His woman. Laying it out for him. Giving him truth and making him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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0a10cac
|
"Family isn't always blood, baby," he said, I was lucky enough to have a woman take me as her child and teach me what family really is. We didnt have much, but we had each other."
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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732ca52
|
He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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9a3940c
|
"I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too.
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fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
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319bce1
|
We might feel very sure that there is no more to reality that the material world in which we live, but we cannot prove that this is the case. Theoretically there could be other realms, other dimensions, as all religious traditions and quantum physics alike maintain. Theoretically, the brain could be as much a receiver as a generator of consciousness and thus might be fine-tuned in altered states to pick up wavelengths that are normally not accessible to us.
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paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
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19bead1
|
Why be a vampire if you aren't going to take advantage of the basic wardrobe?
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paranormal
urban-fantasy
vampires
wolf-shifters
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
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1669cfa
|
I'm not just a brain to you. I'm a person.
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fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
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0a5a820
|
"I want to marry Gino," Zara admitted. "I'm crazy in love with him. I can't stand it when he isn't close to me, but I don't know the first thing about relationships, being a wife, making him a home and making him happy."
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fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
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e75ab8f
|
On the left side of the balcony, at the rear just outside the open doorway through which I'm looking, I suddenly become aware of the presence of a figure. It is an imposing statue, about six feet high and apparently carved in one piece from some green stone - perhaps jade. The sculptor provided excellent detailing of fine robes, and a belt, and something - possibly a sword? - suspended from the belt. At first this stunning piece of sculpture seems just that - a harmless, inanimate statue. I'm curious to see more of it and move my point of view a little closer to get to look at its face. To my surprise, the statue is half animal, half human. It has the body of a powerful and well-muscled man but the head of a crocodile, like Sobek, the ancient Egyptian crocodile god. And now I suddenly realise it is alive - a living being, a supernatural guardian. At this moment its eyes swivel sideways and it is looking at me, taking note of me. The look is intelligent, appraising somehow sly, but yet not threatening. What is this living statue, this being of jade? The vision fades...
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paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
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189f5b4
|
If haunting is anything, perhaps that's what it is; time in the wrong place.
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hauntings
paranormal
supernatural
time
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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12d8b3a
|
...at root, what unites us are our unproven irrational beliefs of one kind or another of non-material dimensions of reality, inhabited by incorporeal beings that interact with us and frame our destiny in mysterious ways
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paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
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7b2f84f
|
A vegetarian vampire is weird.
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|
paranormal
shifters
vampires
wolves
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
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2b19acc
|
It takes courage to throw off unproductive methods and approaches that the majority of scholars in your field have unquestioningly yoked themselves to for decades.
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paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
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01b1ad1
|
"As he neared the house, a wind rose off the sea and carried sea spray and a lilting melody. "Sarah's back. Sarah's home."
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paranormal
romance
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3d76d0d
|
Only me. It had always only been me. I'd just needed to believe in her. In me.
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|
paranatural
paranormal
self-esteem
self-love
supernatural
|
Meg Cabot |
|
c3f6acb
|
Most human characteristics that are genuinely universal are easily accounted for in evolutionary terms, and the arguments are widely known. For example, we all live in families and societies because to do so aids our survival and the propagation of our genes. We all have the capacity for love because it is an emotion that promotes family and social life. We all have laws of one kind or another because these, too, reinforce family and social ties and thus make us stronger and more competitive. We all eat food and drink water because we will soon die if we don't. We all use the unique human gift of language to preserve knowledge handed down from previous generations, and to create culture - thus further sharpening our competitive edge.
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|
paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
|
847d7d0
|
...at root, what unites us are our unproven irrational beliefs of one kind or another in non-material dimensions of reality, inhabited by incorporeal beings that interact with us and frame our destiny in mysterious ways.
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|
paranormal
spiritual
supernatural
|
Graham Hancock |
|
33edfeb
|
As I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beetlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea.
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paranormal
shifters
vampires
wolves
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |