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    Victoria Aveyard
    “I hate the waves. They offend me. -Maven Calore”
    Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

  • #2
    Jane Austen
    “Elizabeth could not help observing, as she turned over some music-books that lay on the instrument, how frequently Mr. Darcy's eyes were fixed on her.”
    Jane Austen

  • #3
    Dana Schwartz
    “No one has ever told me that I'm beautiful before," Hazel said. She hadn't realized it was true until she said it out loud.
    Jack stood with his hands on either side of her face and stared at her for a few heartbeats. Then he leaned in and softly kissed both her eyelids.

    "Someone should tell you that you're beautiful every time the sun comes up. Someone should tell you you're beautiful on Wednesdays. And at teatime. Someone should tell you you're beautiful on Christmas Day and Christmas Eve and the evening before Christmas Eve, and on Easter. He should tell you on Guy Fawkes Night and on New Year's, and on the eighth of August, just because." He kissed her lips once more, gently, and then pulled away and gazed into her eyes.
    "Hazel Sinnett, you are the most miraculous creature I have ever come across, and I am going to be thinking about how beautiful you are until the day I die.”
    Dana Schwartz, Anatomy: A Love Story

  • #4
    Jane Austen
    “Oh!” said she, “I heard you before, but I could not immediately determine what to say in reply. You wanted me, I know, to say ‘Yes,’ that you might have the pleasure of despising my taste; but I always delight in overthrowing those kind of schemes, and cheating a person of their premeditated contempt. I have, therefore made up my mind to tell you, that I do not want to dance a reel at all--and now despise me if you dare.”
    “Indeed I do not dare.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #5
    Dana Schwartz
    “My heart is yours, Hazel Sinnett," Jack said. "Forever. Beating or still.”
    Dana Schwartz, Anatomy: A Love Story

  • #6
    Renée Ahdieh
    “High above the Crescent City, the youngest grandson of the mayor began to scream bloody murder into a sky bruised with clouds.”
    Renée Ahdieh, The Beautiful



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