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Louise climbed up and sat on the edge of the puffy featherbed; her feet didn't even touch the floor. She wanted to tell Anna everything she remember from Miss Morris about the Titanic. Unfortunately, thanks to her teacher's monotonous lecturing style, it wasn't all that much.
"If I had to end up on the Titanic, I wish a young Leo was on board," she said jokingly.

Everybody knew Glister Starmacher kept the very best heroes in his stable, that he had launched the entire Jordan the Red series. Going to his office had been a long shot, but it had paid off! Forget the pompous, brainless wizard; forget the nagging feeling that Glister might not be as sincere as he seemed. Writing for Jordan the Red was the literary opportunity of a lifetime.

I'd soaked my hands in milk and honey to take the redness away and make the skin soft. Even my knuckles didn't look so bad tonight. I'd slept with them above my head, hoping to coax the extra blood making my fingers knobbly down my arms. Mrs. Under had told me she did that herself sometimes to ease the swelling. it had worked, to a point, but my hands still looked decidedly worse than they had even a week ago.

Mini dropped Caroline off first, even though she lived closer to Mini, then Ronnie after. It had been this way always. At first Caroline had been hurt by this, had imagined that we were talking about her in the fifteen extra minutes of alone time that we shared. The truth was both a relief and an even greater insult. There was nothing to say about Caroline, but her best jokes were unintentional.

Dressed in the sapphire robes of a Master Elucidator, Elder Kohl worried at his three jade lip rings as he spoke. Two ebony horns rose from either side of his head and curled toward the ceiling. "Blood is nothing without intention. Intention is everything."
The entire day, I'd been routed by Bon when I tried to sit behind Jushuh in class, been forced to frown from the next row over as Bon passed her notes.

Luke's mother put a comforting hand, heavy with gold and calluses, over Luke's and said: "Sometimes when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much--"
"Mum, seriously," said Luke. "Is now the time?"
He'd gone to the camp infirmary after months of his shoulders aching, expe4cting to hear he'd pulled something. Instead they had kept him for three days, and now his mother was here.

How do I find a ghost? Tim asks himself. At night, in woods so black I can't see three feet ahead! Perhaps, Tim thinks, the Headless Horseman only chases those who are afraid. What if confidence is a kind of armor? Maybe Tim has more confidence than he thinks. If he is indeed afraid, wouldn't he be running for his life?
As if answering his questions, Tim is greeted by a narrow path.

I was about to shout for Adam when there was a blur of orange sequins and skin. Cassidy straddled Adam, wrapping her arms around his neck. He twirled her, and when he did, I could clearly make out the smile plastered across his face, and I knew then that I'd succeeded. Adam felt something. But it was all Cassidy's.
She returned gracefully to the ground, her hand clutching his shoulder.

Owen's jaw dropped. "Look at him. He's like a baby bird when you talk."
I blushed. Adam had clearly developed an instant attachment to me. When I moved, he shadowed. When I spoke, you could literally see his chest puff up in anticipation. I had to continue to remind myself it wasn't adorable, it was dead.
Adam cleared his throat. "I'm Adam Smith. I'm from Elgin, Illinois." He stopped. "How was that, Victoria?"

Conclusion: First human subject--reanimation a success! Submersion in conductor; higher voltage capacity; placement of incised wires on cranium and trunk stimulated all vital organs; possible injury to the hippocampus or reset resulting from localized charge to that area of the brain causing loss of memory; signs of electrocution present on torso.

"I have a bear, too," said the little kid.
Overcome by remorse, Aiden went down on one knee so that he could properly admire the bear. "I see," he said. "Very handsome."
"My mom gave me him," confided the kid, glancing up at the woman with bold red lipstick, who was holding their hand.
Aiden flashed her a grin. "That was nice of her."
"Who gave you your bear?" asked the kid, studying Harvard Paw's beret.

"We should return," he said abruptly.
A flicker of hurt passed over her eyes. Damn. He hadn't meant to sound like he was so eager to be rid of her. None of this was her fault. He was just tired. And frustrated. And she was there. and the night was dark. And they were alone.
And it hadn't been desire. It couldn't be desire. He'd been waiting his entire life to react to a woman the way he had to Hermione Watson.

Darkness. A couple lanterns, plucked from their hooks. The shadows they cast, wavering on the walls and shuddering with every movement, made Kadou's head ache horrifically and the blurring, hazy feeling come in stronger waves.
There were, of course, tunnels from the palace down to the city, held secret by the royal family and only their most trusted kahyalar. Kadou felt Evemer maneuvering them carefully down.

"Eozena, unless you have some better idea, we're going to go inside," Zeliha said, nodding to the building that housed her quarters. "We will bar the doors. There's still the leftovers of my lunch, which wasn't poisoned, so we'll eat that for dinner."

That morning when Seiji came to breakfast, he discovered Dante attempting to take the seat beside Nicholas.
"Hey, dude, no, I'm saving this seat for Seiji," said Nicholas.
Dante rolled his eyes without a word and went around the table.
Seiji took the seat with a faint feeling of satisfaction. Naturally, Nicholas didn't want to sit beside Dante. Who would?
"There's no actual need to save a seat for me."

"How's everything at home?"
"Good," said Harvard. "Mom's setting me up on a date."
That surprised an uneasy laugh out of Aiden. "What put that wild idea into her head? Don't worry, I'll handle--"
"I put the idea into her head," Harvard said mildly. "Coach suggested I should try dating."
This was nonsense. It was beginning to seem more as if Coach was on a campaign to ruin Aiden's life!

The sea filled Alys's ears and the wind whipped the loose folds of her trousers. She began to climb, and she didn't stop, not even when the bark ripped into her hands. One hand and foot over another, she kept moving steadily upward and told herself not to rush, since one slip would be the end of her--and of everyone she loved. She looked down occasionally to see Benedicta scuttling up behind her.

For several seconds Gareth didn't move. It was as if something in his body recognized the need for absolute stillness, as if a single motion might cause him to shatter.

Their footsteps seemed to echo forever as they walked through the passageway. The air held a perpetual chill, and the light of Will's torch seemed all too small when compared to the oppressive darkness around them. Michael stayed close to Will, and more than once he actually stepped on the other man's heels. Vanessa walked more confidently, but even she stayed close.

Wendy let out a laugh. "What about you? What trouble would you get in?"
"That's the odd thing. I can't picture myself as a child, not even there. You were right about that. I don't remember what it means to be a child anymore." He sighed. "I should get some sleep. I'll have a long couple of days ahead of me if the fairies do come tonight."
Wendy's smile faded. "Promise me you'll say goodbye before you leave."

My pulse races and I can't tell whether it's from the adrenaline of near death, or from looking into her eyes.
"Thank you," I whisper. "For helping me find my way. And being someone I can trust."
Selestra blinks. "You trust me?"
There's so much surprise in her voice that I feel ashamed.
"I always have," I admit.
Trust isn't just letting go of doubt, it's about letting go of the past and looking to the future.

Each year, only two hundred are allowed to enter into the bargain and risk their souls. I'm not sure why. Maybe Seryth and his witch bore if they see too many.
"I need to speak to the king," I say to the guard closest tot he door.
He wears a uniform the same thunderstorm blue as mine. It hangs off him loosely, making him seem young, like he still needs to grow into it.
"Name?" he asks.
"Officer Nox Laederic," I say.

"I'm glad to speak to you alone, Mr. Turner." The vicar's voice was stuck on a note of apologetic solicitude. No wonder he didn't seem to be a particular favorite of Radnor's. "I hate to put you to the trouble, but I wanted to know how far you've gotten in your inquiries."
Georgie could have said that it was no trouble at all. He had been longing for an excuse to get away from the earl.

His face looks miserable, and I want to wrap him in a hug and not let him go. I want to tell him he can't leave, that I won't let him, that I'll talk to the studio and explain that he needs to stay, that his ankle isn't better yet. He can pretend it's still hurting like he did at the party. Or I'll sic my mom on them. She can guilt-trip them into backing down. She's a pro.
But instead I just stand there.

I look down at her and then look up at all the fans waiting for their autographs. I try and swallow down the frustration swirling, gaining steam like a tornado inside me. The panic starts in my lower belly, and it's building. Pretty soon it'll circle around my lungs, and I won't be able to breathe.
I knew this day was too good to be true.
Hannah squeezes my hand, and the pressure brings my attention back to her.

Next to him is a man with bulging eyes and a ferocious, fanged grin, holding a drum in his hand. Lightning streaks the sky behind him, reflecting off the mirror held by the woman at his side. The Thunder Tiger God, clad in his usual black, and the Lightning Goddess, his wife.

"Perhaps I don't feel like tutoring a nobleman's son in the finer points of cocksucking."
"And what makes you think I need tutoring?" A flash of amusement glimmered in the man's absurd blue eyes. He shot Jack a filthy smile that landed like a cudgel to the side of Jack's head. "Give it to me and I'll show you how wrong you are." He reached up and took hold of Jack's cravat, pulling him down for a kiss.

"I told you never, ever to go near the lake," he yelled, shaking each by a shoulder.
"But that was last year," Oliver whimpered.
"Did you hear me rescind the order?"
"No, but I thought--"
"You thought wrong," Phillip snapped. "Now get back tot he house. both of you."
The two children recognized the deadly serious intent in their father's eyes and quickly fled up the hill.

He opened his backpack to take out his portaje and stash it while they were at school, but as he grabbed hold of the hilt, he hesitated.
Again, the image of Julian convulsing and flickering haunted him. If it was a sign that Julian was slipping away, what if he lost his grip on himself while they were at school?
Yadriel looked at Julian, an uneasy feeling churning his stomach.
"Are you ready or what?" Julian huffed.

"I want to see you sitting up," he groaned, "so I can see them full and lovely and large. and then I want to crawl behind you and cup you." His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to do it in front of a mirror."
"Now?" she squeaked.
He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. "Later," he said.
Penelope opened her mouth to ask him something--she had no idea what.