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Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it.Snow.

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.""Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.

I walked forward simply because there was no going back.

Azerowut, I must tend to an urgently urgent business and a business that is urgent most urgently. Watch over my tent with extreme care and care that is caring in the extreme, and do not, under any circumstantial circumstances, allow anyone and his brother to be within an uncomfortably uncomfortable distance of her door. --Master Kwadile

All clichés aside, sometimes a girl just needed to cry in the rain.

What kind of life is that? Do you know? Do you? Because I know. I lived that life. For years I lived it. Without you. And I've never been more miserable. I'd rather fight everyday to keep you near me than have you walk away. I'd rather pay that price, Max. I'm not afraid to pay it. I can't believe you're standing here telling me that you are." ~Layla to Max; TORN

There aren't many berry bushes where I'm from.""And just where would that be?"His hand paused on a berry like it was a monumental decision whether to pluck it or not. He finally pulled and explained he was from a small town in the southernmost part of Morringhan. When I asked the name, he said it was very small and had no name...."A town with no name? Really? How very odd." I waited for him to scramble, and he didn't disappoint me."It's only a region. A few scattered dwellings at most. We're farmers there. Mostly farmers. And you? Where are you from?"...I took the berry still poised in his fingers and popped it in my mouth. Where was I from? I narrowed my eyes and smiled. "A small town in the northernmost part of Morrighan. Mostly farmers. Only a regions, really. A few scattered dwellings. At most. No name."He couldn't restrain a chuckle. "Then we come from opposite but similar worlds, don't we?

You think your children are better than mine? Ha! When yours were out playing with gold, mine were out fighting for survival. You taught your children to roll in money when I taught mine what it means to be strong.

What do you want?"To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes_

Just because we__e adults doesn__ mean we should grow up! The world__ a playground for us, Melody, and I for one intend to play!

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

I know you__e scared, Letti, but sweetheart_you haven__ seen anything yet. You__e not known true fear...

You can never trust a Vampire, child.

Besides, men aren__ worth your time anyway, Letti. If we women spent as much time on ourselves as we do fretting over men, we__ be invincible! Work on yourself because at the end of the day, you__e the only person you can trust.

_I bet I__l haunt your dreams tonight. I just wan__d to paint a picture in your head. I wan__d you to see me as the monster I can often be. You see, you are what you allow people to know __out you. Truth or lies or some combination of the two, is what makes you who you are. So, you don__ know me yet. But what I need you to know about me for now, is that I can__ be trusted.

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their control.

The flames of their passion illuminated the dimly lit room, filling it with a blazing fire which was either brilliantly beautiful or dangerously violent.

Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I__l be screaming checkmate before they even realise I moved my pawns_