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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3d7f3b6 | He said, where there is love, there is my grace. | love sita the-last-vampire thirst yaksha | Christopher Pike | |
| 87f7854 | Life was like that, Alison thought, the world one day a dark and dreary place, the next day bright and full of promise. | Christopher Pike | ||
| be8ddde | She leans over Roop the way Sardarji leaned over Satya the years she cried for children, brushing tears from Roop's heavy lashes with her lips. She strokes her head as a mother would, says. "Slpee little one, we are together now." And Roop sleeps, overcome by the afternoon heat. While Satya watches her. So trusting, so very stupid." | sikh womens-fiction | Shauna Singh Baldwin | |
| 807e9dd | I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth.. | krishna reincarnation sita spiritual-insights the-last-vampire thirst | Christopher Pike | |
| 2f8dd55 | Si realmente quisiera tomarte el pelo te dejaria calvo. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 10a0875 | No digas eso. Ni siquiera lo pienses. -Es la verdad. -Muchas cosas tristes son verdad -Sentencio... | Christopher Pike | ||
| 0de8bf6 | I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth.. | krishna reincarnation sita spiritual-insights the-last-vampire thirst | Christopher Pike | |
| e90f4b8 | If I become like you, I will have no will of my own. I will have no individuality, I will just be your puppet.' 'True.' Sio smiled thinly. 'But even a puppet may dance before its strings are drawn tight. You will dance, Cass, and the heavens will applaud you. | horror-fiction | Christopher Pike | |
| 10cdd07 | As much as you long for it, it longs for you more. Take one step toward the Big Person and it will take a hundred steps toward you. | spiritual | Christopher Pike | |
| 287efd5 | If there really are such creatures in here, it would be the discovery of a lifetime.' 'If there really are such creatures in here,' Sally countered, 'your lifetime might be very short. | christopher-pike creatures discovery monsters sally-wilcox spooksville the-haunted-cave | Christopher Pike | |
| e027976 | Sally felt herself getting in the mood to tell some really great lies. It was a special feeling of power. | lies lying sally-wilcox spooksville the-wishing-stone | Christopher Pike | |
| 8d6b81c | Alone in my room, I don't feel alone. It's as if I have two shadows instead of one, and this second shadow doesn't conform to my movements. It follows me, it gives the impression it will never leave me, but it does what it wants. I worry that in time I will do what it wants. | christopher-pike devils haunted shadows the-last-vampire the-shadow-of-death thirst | Christopher Pike | |
| ca225a2 | Why do we live in Spooksville? It's not just because our families live here. It's because this is a place of adventure. The unknown surrounds us every time we leave our homes. I know what I'm doing is dangerous. All great adventures are. | aliens christopher-pike danger spooksville the-unknown watch-waverly | Christopher Pike | |
| e75fc88 | Time is a great circle; | Linda Lay Shuler | ||
| b5874d4 | The drumbeat in your blood is the voice of your ancestors. Let the drum speak. | Linda Lay Shuler | ||
| fda69f0 | The future is only the past Entered again by a different gate. --Sir Arthur Wing Pinero | Linda Lay Shuler | ||
| 5f6956e | knowledge is power. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 7665029 | when Orrin and Maria Brand had been killed in that car accident, leaving him as sole caretaker to his five younger siblings. And when | Maggie Shayne | ||
| aee0b97 | He thought she was like all four seasons wrapped in one unpredictable day. She could go from sunshine to blizzard, from heat wave to ice storm, from gentle breeze to lightning bolt, all in the blink of an eye. And he had no idea what sort of weather was coming next. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 71ffffe | Lonely is better than used, Brigit. Besides, who the hell is there to trust? Who do you suggest I start with? | Maggie Shayne | ||
| e73d6fe | Dark clouds skittered over the half moon, making shadows on her face, and the wind coming off the lake, whipped more of her hair loose. It reached for him, caressing his cheeks like loving fingers. Right then, he was afraid he'd do anything she asked of him. She leaned back, hands flat on the ground behind her, and her legs stretched out in front, one crossed over the other at her ankle. She wore no stockings tonight. Her lean legs were bar.. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 1dc0afd | the rage she'd stored up back then would be all she'd need to keep her going now. Just long enough to unleash it on a worthless, abusive pig. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 6ebe600 | hand. "Care to explain" | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 2585218 | a typical male who would find a way to blame his lust on the object of it. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| c78b793 | Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her mouth, the dry skin, the chapped lips, the sense that she really didn't give a damn what she looked like--those things had been strangers to her that first day. The day her kids hadn't come home from school. Now those lines, that hardness, had made themselves at home. It looked as if.. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 68898da | ARE MY CHILDREN still alive?" Sara Prague asked the question in a quiet, steady voice that he heard very clearly despite the noise around her. Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her mouth, the dry skin, the chapped lips, the sense that she really didn't give a damn what she looked like--those things had been strangers to .. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 80c45eb | It was nine forty-five. I had Myrt's designer goggles dangling from one finger. Amy held out her hand. "I'll take vet duty if I can borrow the Subaru." | Maggie Shayne | ||
| d5f3cbf | Turning, she unlocked the next door and went through it to the larger part of the | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 1706076 | pajama bottoms | Maggie Shayne | ||
| f0fed7e | over | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 330317b | him | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 8175e3c | man | Maggie Shayne | ||
| df35ea4 | But I say unto you that whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 634ae8b | It occurred to me that kids could easily take over the world. They could hack in and use our own technology against us. Or just decide to stop helping us figure it out to begin with. Either way, we adults would be relegated to a life of servitude and there would be weekly keggers in the White House rose garden. The only reason this hasn't already happened is that the kids haven't figured it out yet. When | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 0739a9e | studied | Maggie Shayne | ||
| d0be93c | The frivolous can waste more by the teaspoon than the frugal can bring home by the wheelbarrow. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 718c468 | It occurred to me that kids could easily take over the world. They could hack in and use our own technology against us. Or just decide to stop helping us figure it out to begin with. Either way, we adults would be relegated to a life of servitude and there would be weekly keggers in the White House rose garden. The only reason this hasn't already happened is that the kids haven't figured it out yet. When they buy a clue, it's gonna suck to .. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 5973e8b | Prologue | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 985f696 | sightlessly at the television. Was this what he truly wanted out of life? Endless nights like this one? Alone, bored. "But free," he muttered, and lifted his can in a mocking toast to freedom. It was that damned Jessi, making him feel restless and frustrated and itchy. Her and all her suggestive glances. Her and her hot kisses. Her and her talk about the clinic and the house and the family she'd have there one day. He didn't want that, damm.. | Maggie Shayne | ||
| d9e0aea | liniment, Chelsea ached more in the morning than she had the night before. She rolled carefully out of bed, sending a jealous glance toward Ethan. He'd slept the night through in | Maggie Shayne | ||
| f9b2a36 | wondered if | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 112f49a | girls running around this old | Maggie Shayne | ||
| d91adfc | the kitchen | Maggie Shayne | ||
| 494dcd5 | Caleb knew he was running away. Shirking his responsibilities, worrying his father sick, more than likely, and letting a lot of people down. He knew that. And he knew it couldn't go on. | Maggie Shayne |