Ann Aguirre

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

I resolved, then, deep in my soul never to let him go. I'd be the one never to leave him. I'd prove to him that some things could be for always- that we could be.

The strong survive.

Don__ let them see you weak.

I missed you." I didn't mean to tell him so, even if it was true. Admitting need felt like weakness; it demonstrated dependence and vulnerability.

But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.

Hey, that__ why they in­vented the In­ter­net, her­manita. To talk about weird shit and down­load porn.

Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?_ He levels angry blue eyes on me. __ou__e a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?___nly to people who try to kidnap me,_ I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, __r rescue me_ And then Dina makes a pfft sound. __r who travel with me_ My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. __ine, frag you all, I__ dark juju, bad luck, and you__e all doomed.

I refused to show my fear, lock it down, Huntress.

I didn't ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn't resist pushing, just a little. "So it won't bother you if I find someone else?"His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle move before he got it under control. "I thought you said you'd fight for me.""And /you/ said it's too late." I offered him a faint smile along with his watch. "So it's a good thing I don't intend to listen to you.

Does changing for the better absolve you of all the wicked shit you did b

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best.-Deuce, (183)

This guilt is a joke, and it__ exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.

...as if prayers ever put out a fire.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

It was a thing that could not be articulated or explained. It merely was, like the sunrise or a sheer and sudden drop to the giant water that had stolen my breath, where the land ended in the ruins. My love for Fade strengthened me, made me determined never to give up. I would follow him until the world stopped or until I found him. I believed love hadn__ weakened me or left me soft; instead it made me powerful, determined beyond all belief.

Age had nothing to do with how well my brain worked.

Survival feels like cowardice.