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“Information is a weapon, Use it.”
― Ronie Kendig, Kings Falling

“His gaze bounced over the city as quiet settled between them. Perhaps that was his answer, which stung. She lowered her head. She just couldn’t win. Maybe she wasn’t strong enough to bring him back from this vortex devouring his life. ”
― Ronie Kendig, Kings Falling

“Owen took Nora’s hand and squeezed it. She leaned her head against his arm, and beneath the layers of grime and torn silk and the frantic beating of her heart, something whispered to her. A cool cup of water soothing her parched throat. A breeze in the middle of India’s scorching summer. A dance beneath monsoon rains. This is right. This is good. This is worth it.”
― Kimberly Duffy, A Mosaic of Wings

“If I could tell you to leave and trust that you would, I'd take that path. But I've seen you in action. You're willing to risk everything for someone else. I can't let you do this alone. And I know you won't stop. So I'm here with you every step of the way.”
― Elizabeth Goddard, Don't Keep Silent

“Dodge, be honest. It’s not close to over. You’ve been nursing this wound for nearly ten years, working it off over there in Afghanistan, trying to forget the girl you’ve loved since you were ten. There’s no way this is over. There is so much bitterness sitting in your heart you can’t even see it. But maybe that’s why God brought you back - for her. And to set you free from all that darkness.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“When you get on your sled, and yell hike, what happens?”

“The dogs start to run?”

“They explode with so much power, you just have to hold on. Love is like that. You don’t have to create it, you just have to open your heart to it and then let it pour out.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“She never considered that her mother’s leaving could cause her to be stuck in a sort of darkness, afraid to move. Yeah, she needed the sunrise like she needed breath.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“…love doesn’t come from us - it’s born in us, a birthright from God. We can’t manufacture it, we can only release what He’s given us. That nudge to forgive? I told you– I think that’s love trying to break free.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“Because love doesn’t stop just because you run. Love keeps reaching out. Keeps believing, even when it feels impossible.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“This was love. Love showed up. Love stayed. Love sacrificed.”
― Susan May Warren, Sunrise

“Plans were in place. The team ready to move. Righteousness would hold evil accountable.”
― Ronie Kendig, Brooke

“She matters. It’s why I do what I do — they matter, the people. If they’re alone in the world, or caught in this net... Whether someone’s son or daughter, brother or sister, aunt or uncle, niece or nephew, grandkid. It’s the one lost sheep. We’re the sheepdogs, remember?’

They all knew the saying that there were three types of people: sheep, the wolves who seek to devour the sheep, and the sheepdogs who do what it takes to protect the sheep. Many times, that wasn’t pretty. In fact, it was often downright bloody.”
― Ronie Kendig, Brooke

“Given his line of work, he'd faced certain death before, and as he stared back at the store, he knew he was facing death again--head on.”
― Elizabeth Goddard

“Her pounding heart had nothing to do with the fact she needed his skills at the moment and everything to do with the way his eyes seemed to look right into her soul and search the hidden places, and she feared that one day he was going to find what he was searching for.”
― Elizabeth Goddard, Cold Light of Day

“She'd pegged him as trouble when she first met him, and she'd been right. Unfortunately, she might be just a little addicted to his particular brand of trouble.”
― Elizabeth Goddard, Cold Light of Day

“Trouble always came when you didn't want it to.”
― Ronie Kendig, Havoc

“Holy Moses, he was in trouble because he had a feeling he'd follow this woman anywhere.”
― Ronie Kendig, Havoc

“As if hearing her roiling thoughts, he hooked his elbow back and his large hand dwarfed hers. Cocooned it- her- in that constant reassurance he always seemed to exude. Tenacious belief in her. One that said she could do whatever she wanted, and he'd be there. A strong persistent-and cold- nose thrust her arm up. Demanded attention. Havoc's amber eyes locked onto her. His paw snapped up onto her leg. Claws dug in. A vow of commitment, loyalty. Just like his handler's. "Whatever you choose," Crew said, his voice deep, low. "Havoc and I have your six.”
― Ronie Kendig, Havoc

“He understood their doubt, borne out of ignorance. But their lives had never depended on a four-legged hero. His had.”
― Ronie Kendig, Havoc

“You know this is crazy, right-" A yawn swallowed the rest of her word. "We've only known each other three weeks..." And yet it felt like a lifetime. In a good way. "Don't you know - I excel in crazy. Have you met my dog?”
― Ronie Kendig, Havoc

“I can hear the darkness. It is like a breeze on a frigid winter's night that rattles the leafless branches. It is like the cold that travels through your open mouth and down your throat, a frozen kiss stealing your breath. It is like a blizzard that swallows you in its swiftness, blinding behind and before, and side to side. Darkness is winter. It is the end. It is death.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“Apparently her behavior with Polly the other night had doomed her to doing penance with a strange Englishman who could easily be mistaken for an undertaker while at the same time be oddly and almost seductively handsome. "Will you?" he asked again, his voice dripping with a mesmerizing quality that seemed to hypnotize her. And being hypnotized was never a safe position in which to find oneself.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“The notion that time healed and lessened pain was a myth. Time merely mocked the absence, taunting, heralding the missing pieces that could never be replaced again by anyone.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“There were so many beliefs these days, so many theories and philosophies, yet if she dared not ask if God was real, and why He allowed evil to exist in the world, then how could she ever know the truth? How could she stop being afraid when the truth had no standard and no foundation, but instead was whatever a person made up to make themself feel better?”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“Fear steals our joy and is the agony of those with no hope. It will not define us. Fear is the enemy we will defeat.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“Does a house like this hold the memories and emotions in its walls? Can generations hear the echoes of them and be reminded of what should have been? What could have been?”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“No one likes to speak of sin, or death, or fear. But maybe that is what our memories are meant to remind the future of. So that new beginnings forged from truth and hope can be made...”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“I believe I will always be a memory here at 322 Predicament Avenue. And when the night Falls, those who sleep can choose to fear or hope, turn away or believe, rebel or reconcile. Because in the end, that's what life really is. The moments before we are face-to-face with God, and He enacts justice or grace. I fear the first, but truly, in spite of my sins, I believe He offers the second, even if I am almost too late in asking. For that is what I know to be true. It always has been. It always will be.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“Is grace given recklessly? No, it is not. It's given through sacrifice, rooted in the preciousness of love and life. It's given by surrendering to the One who laid down His life. It is a recognition that without the hope offered by the Savior who so willingly gives, who overcomes evil, we will live in fear. In the clutches of fear that suffocates and drains us. No. Grace is costly. But it is ours. And in receiving it, we find out weakness infused with His strength. His hope. His future. Live it.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“Our harmonies anchor to one another the way they have since I was in grade school, each of us building in dynamic as the chorus swells into a blend so achingly right. I wish we could secure this same sense of unity outside of song. Because it's here, with my heart open and my voice lifted, that I feel the most connected to the family God gave me. No matter the differences between us, our frustrations, tensions offenses, or grief, when the four of us sing together, all the chaos in our world is forced to yield as we merge into one with the music.”
― Nicole Deese, The Roads We Follow