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So long as there are heroes in this world, there’s hope that tomorrow might be better.”
All revolutions come with death. Some must die so that others might have life. It is a tragedy, but it is also a truth.
So long as anarchy is synonymous with chaos and despair, the Anarchists will always be synonymous with villains.”
Heroism wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you did. It was about who you saved when they needed saving.
“Trust me,” whispered Adrian. “I have a feeling about her.”
On his other side, Ruby snickered. “Yeah, I can tell exactly what kind of feeling you have about her.”
Adrian set his cheek against the top of her head, briefly enjoying the closeness of her, the knowledge that she was okay.
Pretty soon, all prodigies will be Renegades . . . or their powers won’t be tolerated at all.”
Oh thats questionable
His charming smiles, that adorable wrinkle between his brows, his infuriating, impeccable goodness.
Not every prodigy deserves their powers.
Nova looked into the small chamber and saw Uncle Ace levitating three feet in the air, legs crossed and face serene. He reminded her of a monk in the middle of a meditation, except that his eyes were open, gazing at her with the same softness and warmth that had always served to remind her of her father.
“I knew you would do well,” he said, his lips curling into a smile, “my little nightmare.”
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