young-adult-fiction

Sometimes, reality is the illusion, and the truth only visible where our eyes can__ see._- Lady Lalaigne

But do not take this responsibility lightly, my boy. The Gauntlet casts an ominous shadow.

As I was escorted outside by the officers, my friends looked back at me with blank expressions. I don__ think they knew what to say to me. I had lied to them about my home life. They had always been there for me and probably would have understood if I had told them the truth from the start, but it was too late. All the lies I had told them about having a perfect family had been shattered by that one incident.

I'm enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced.

Just a taste. That was the Cambion policy, our credo. 'Just take enough to appease the spirit, then move on.' It sounded simple enough, but sometimes taking a little was worse than taking none at all.

Something was bleeding_ and something was broken. It was my heart_ because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)

I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory came rushing back through the blackness illuminating it in brilliant color.

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn__ seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne)

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I__l never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

It feels like I was made to fit here, in the space beneath his heart.

I had always heard rumors of her, Nanook thought, she who can control the wind, the water, the earth, and fire ... she who can talk to time. But those were old myths of a woman who lived many thousands of years ago, the first daughter of the Earth. There is a prophecy that she will return again, during the end times -- every religion has someone like that, someone to wait for and put your faith in, but my culture had mostly covered up her existence. We had a god of the sea, a god of the land, a god of the air, a god of fire, but no one who could control all of the elements. We spoke, only in whispers, of the ancient bloodline -- the descendents of the Great Mother. Too many superstitious minds, too many men concerned only with their own power and position, had heard these whispers in the past and taken gruesome steps to erase the descendents. The lineage was said to be broken, the blood of the Great Mother spilled for the last time.

She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.

I__e heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.

And to think of all colors in the world, blood chose to be red." ~ The Fray Theory