How do you get rid of a glittering city? - You burn it!
With regular fire? - Nope, that would be too lame and plain ordinary. You do it with Everblaze!
Or a lovely, lively fantasy for kids!
SPOILER ALERT! It's a good thing I'm a sucker for all things epic. Even though I'm a tad sorry about Eternalia going to waste.
And the ending? It's pure mallowmelt and lushberry!
This misprint needs to be corrected, I think: Q: And when she focused what little energy she had left, the sound morphed into a string of feint words (c) faint, not feint. Right?
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Remember who you can trust, and keep them close. (c)
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All twelve Councillor’s arms flew up, their hands lightly smacking each side of their faces. (c)
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You’re welcome to drop in anytime. I just never realized you’d do it so literally. (с)
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THE PLAN HAD SEEMED SO BRILLIANT, until Sophie reached the cold, sandy shore.
She’d never been to the cave at night, and now she understood why. The roar of the surf sounded like a snarl, and the shadowy rocks looked like faces and limbs. Even the moonlight—and the blue glowing sphere Sandor had pulled from one of his pockets—couldn’t convince her eyes that she wasn’t stumbling into the lair of giant beasts. (c)
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Who knew she’d miss her Black Swan stalkers? (c)
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A few piddly waves won’t stop me.”
Sophie doubted a rampaging T. rex could stop him. (c)
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“And I expect you to sing the whole time I’m gone.”
... “Oh wait—you’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. It’s how I’ll know you’re not in trouble.” (c)
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“That . . . actually makes sense.”
“Of course it does. I’m a genius. That’s why you keep me around. (c)
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I love when things go according to plan. That so rarely seems to happen these days. (c)
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“Want me to go with you?” Sophie offered.
“Nah—then I have to act all brave and stuff. Freaking out sounds way more fun.” (c)
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“You seriously need to cause more trouble, Foster. I mean, it’s been months since you almost blew up the school.” (c)
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Ogres and goblins and missing dwarves?
Her life had officially turned into a fairy tale gone wrong. (c)
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“When I attended here, these were reserved for extreme emergencies.”
“Well, maybe things have changed since the dark ages,” (c)
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It felt like Bronte had custom ordered The Most Uncomfortable Chair Ever Invented—and the designer had exceeded his expectations. (c)
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Now personally, I don’t believe a twelve-year-old will ever be ready to handle such a task—”
“I’m thirteen,” Sophie corrected.
“Oh, that’s much better, then. Everyone knows teenagers are so full of wisdom and experience.” (c)
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The only thing she was desperate to do now was pelt Bronte with sparkly alicorn poop. (c)
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He’d swept her away from her world of headaches and blaring thoughts and the inescapable sense that she was too strange, too different—and shown her where she truly belonged. And for that one brief moment everything felt right, like a missing piece of her life had finally clicked into place. (c)
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NEXT TIME YOU ALMOST KILL a Councillor, can I be there? (c)
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One second he was insulting me, next second he was collapsed on the floor.”
“Clearly it’s not a good idea to get you angry. (c)
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Sophie repressed a sigh when she realized it had a train.
As if she didn’t have a hard enough time walking without tripping. (c)
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And I should probably stop stalling, huh?
Nah—take your time. In fact, feel free to stall for the rest of the session. Then I don’t have to take a turn either. (c)
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“Sometimes a mirror is just a mirror,” (c)
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Her insides tangled into more knots than a friendship bracelet when they both whispered, “A place best forgotten.” (c)
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Part of her was tempted to stand there forever.
But the brave part of her—or perhaps the part that was troublingly insane—wrapped her fingers around the chain and tugged. (c)
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They wanted an Empath to get a reading on who you were as a person, a Telepath to judge your capabilities, and Councillor Grumpypants because, well, he insisted. (c)
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She doubted Fintan would respond to love or joy or peace. But she could feed him pride and triumph, and hope it drew him back. So she inflicted the victory of every A she’d earned in school, and the confidence from every compliment she’d ever been paid. (c)
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It reminds us just how small we really are, and how big the rest of the world is by comparison. One person is not the source of anything—it’s millions of pieces all working together. And it shows us that there’s always hope—always light. No matter how much darkness we might be facing. (c)
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The people of our world fear the new and the different. (c)
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“You guys shouldn’t be doing this,” Sophie said, wondering if Dex was about show up to complete the Let’s Ruin Our Lives Club. (c)
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“Never mind, what I mean is, they’re only saying that because of me. Because of this like . . . aura of doom that seems to ruin everything I touch.”
“Aura of doom?” Keefe asked, a smirk curling his lips. “Sounds like my kind of party.” (c)
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“You must think I’m a total idiot.”
“Nah. I am starting to wonder if you’re trying to beat Keefe’s record for biggest interspeciesial episode—and if you are, I’m pretty sure you’ve won. (c)
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Lucilliant
Phosforien
Marquiseire
Candesia
Elementine (c)
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Weird that there’s a map of the unmapped stars, isn’t it? (c)
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… they’re finally including me on the team! Hope they know this means their little rule book just went out the window—and the first change I’ll be implementing is clearer stinking directions. Any idea ‘where the lost have no end’? (c)
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The days ahead will be dark and dour.
You must not fear yourself or your power. (c)
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Why give away a secret if we don’t need to? (с)
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Anyone who got close would surely notice that he was one buffed-out, armadillo-looking grandma. But from a distance he appeared to be a sweet, albeit rather lumpy looking, little old lady. (c)
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… our family doesn’t decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day. (c)
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… if whatever you’re chasing starts to catch up with you—run, don’t walk away. (c)
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No matter how many times the elves explained the “illumination in a darkened world” analogy, she would never stop thinking it was weird to have a school named after glowing fungus. (c)
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I don’t care if you dropped out of the sky or floated on the beach in an egg and hatched—you’re still my daughter and I will always love you. No matter what. (c)
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I like Dex. But I kinda want to kick him in his special place.”(c)
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“when are you going to realize that you could wrap yourself in neon green feathers and start walking around roaring like a dinosaur, and we’d still hang out with you? Shoot—I’d join in.”
“I would too,” Fitz agreed.
“Me too—though I’d want pink feathers,” Biana decided. (c)
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It takes a special person to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them. (c)
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Her thoughts were still slower, and her headache couldn’t dull completely. But this time she felt confidence—and the confidence made her realize she was on the wrong track completely. (c)
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The fall is never seen before the rising
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The bold and brave are never seen...
She’d find random messages, or hear whispers—but never meet an actual member. She was starting to think the whole thing was just shadows and games… (c)
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… gnomes believe anything beyond nature is corrupting … (c) I'm starting to love their version of gnomes, actually.
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I’ll follow you if I have to, but I’d rather not have to be creepy like that. ©
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“She’s cute when she’s in denial, isn’t she?... Especially covered in sparkly unicorns.” (c)
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“... I don’t know when I’ll be able to come home.”
“Sounds perfect. Is now too soon to leave?” (c)