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Reasonable things would never bring you joy as much as unreasonable ones do.

Without the Dreamscape, we can__ sleep.My parents remind me all the time about stories their parents told them, of how things were in the Manic Age. The time before our bodies were upgraded to sync with the amazing invention called the Dreamscape. Thirty-eight years ago, people actually had to fall asleep on their own and, sometimes, they would toss and turn for hours. My grandparents said when sleep, in its mercy, did come, it often brought with it horrible images I__e heard people used to call nightmares.

Normal_ is all about perception. I mean, isn__ __ormal_ what the majority of people do? So what if suddenly ninety-nine people out of a hundred decide to walk their iguanas down the street while wearing a tutu? Wouldn__ the one guy who didn__ own an iguana and wear a tutu be the freak? And isn__ it the ones who seem normal on the outside who, in actuality, know where the bodies are buried in the backyard or are secretly in love with their toaster?

You risked an awful lot for someone you hardly know.' I narrow my eyes. 'THAT doesn't say much about your character. Perhaps you should wait until someone's about to be executed for a mistake YOU made.

I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you while the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field.

Shhhhh, I am trying to read.

Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.

We're all that matters. Our lips touch with each word he speaks, his stare so intense that I know he can see straight through to my soul.

Love is rare and hard to find and takes years upon years to develop. Teenagers don't fall in love.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

She crawled into her bed and curled into a tiny ball. She was suddenly aware of how small the space was that she was occupying compared to the largeness of the world. With a heavy pain in her chest she closed her eyes. She no longer resisted sleep for she knew that her dreadful nightmares were unavoidable. It was about time she got used to them. She held onto the image of Will__ face as long as she could, desperately hoping that some of his goodness would carry on into the night.

The girl signed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker pieces that Mrs. Singh usually set aside. I started to protest, but suddenly noticed the coldness in her eyes staring into mine.

One final time I told myself I wasn't abducting my little brother.

Fire and earth are the most sacred of the natural elements. One must cross their path with caution and respect.

My god, they're everywhere.

Darian murdered them in cold blood. That__ a crime punishable with life in the Terrorscape, where you experience the worst nightmares imaginable.

You can stand in the middle of a street and let the drops fall on you and feel refreshed. It's like God's little sprinkler.

Every man dies. Not every man truly lives." Sir William Wallace