All the Lies (Mindf*ck, #4)
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Governments need to have both shepherds and butchers. —Voltaire
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It’s time they die at the hands of a dead girl who forgot how to be weak. I can’t wait to watch them burn.
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To the living, we owe respect, but to the dead, we owe only the truth. —Voltaire
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My life is a struggle. —Voltaire
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“I love you,” I whisper into the air so quietly that I don’t think he hears it. I just hope our love is truly strong enough to conquer all.
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The secret to being a bore…is to tell everything. —Voltaire
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Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. —Voltaire
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“And not everyone has the ability to go dark enough to slice men’s cocks off several times and torture them for days without losing all sense of humanity,” I add with a shrug.
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“He gives you a reason to want a future,” he adds quietly. “And through him, you found a piece of yourself you thought you’d lost. That’s given me hope for a future one day too, Lana. So maybe Marcus was right. Fate is a fucking cold-hearted bitch, but everything has a purpose.”
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“Let the sheep change shepherds,” I say as I get out of the car, tugging the mask on.
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“I’m Victoria Evans. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister to the boy you let die. The victim you turned into a monster. And I’m going to fucking kill you all.”
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Common sense is not so common. —Voltaire
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It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong. —Voltaire
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They belong to me now. The flock have a new shepherd to fear. Baa, bitches.
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It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. —Voltaire
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“She left with Jacob Denver. The two of them own a buy, sell, and trade store online. And Kennedy Carlyle now goes by Lana Myers.”
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Tears are the silent language of grief. —Voltaire
I thought love would rip my heart out. I thought it would set me on fire. Instead, it turned me into ice.