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Wolfman clears everything off the table except his gun. That he keeps close at hand. There is a sense of ceremony about his actions. My stomach tightens up. We are about to begin.

Jade felt the cool rain on her new shapechanger skin.

I don't know how the Wolfman knows all this, but he's not wrong. My warm cheeks turn scalding hot. "Your shame is a good sign. You may break sooner than I thought. The breaking is good. It purifies.

Blake gave Selena a nudge "Remember what I taught you, itsy-bitsy-babe

People are complicated. And messy. Seems too convenient that we__ all fit inside some multiple-choice question.

She was like a fire-cracker standing too close to a match: all potential energy, still wrapped up so neatly. He wanted to watch her explode. Hell, he was the match. He wanted to make her explode.

It's hard. Being 15, 16, 17. You get so angry. You want to do something with that anger. I guess try to find some other way to let it out. Don't kill people. Don't kill yourself. Let yourself grow up a little. Then you might start to think differently about things. You might get new opportunities to do something with your life that you never thought possible as a teenager." -- Thomas Harvey from the upcoming novel, "Nikki White: Polar Extremes" (Nikki, #3)

Sanctum, a holy or sacred place. What could be more sacred than possessing the power of your own true thoughts? Sanctum. It is both lock and key.

Skathis might have been an artist, but he'd been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

I unlocked the deadbolt and flung the door open, stepping back for Gabby to see exactly who it was. __ello, Sara,_ I greeted.A bubble of laughter escaped Gabby before she could contain it. __es, hello ex-girlfriend Sara. And might I add: law-breaker? Who let you out of your cage? Don__ you know Joseph has a restraining order against you?

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you _ a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven__ happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

I really want to believe that when our Quiet Waters kids wake up in the middle of the night, scared, they__l remember being in their bunks with John and Kate and Whit and me right there protecting them,_ he said. __ hope we gave them that sense of belonging because I know there__l be times in their lives when grasping at those bonds could mean the difference between making it and not.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy.

Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I__ tired of drowning.

There__ only so many times you can fight before the only person you fight for is yourself.

Sun and snow is an Angel__ glow, but storm and rain? That__ a Demon__ bane.