Anew Quotes

“Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. "Life isn't about the past and the future. It's about today." He paused. "It's about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It's moments, you know? Not years. Years aren't what define us.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Gabriel glanced down. “Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m the family bad guy.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?"
Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?"
"Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Gabriel shuffled around the trunk again, searching for faux arrows—arrows designed to injure but not kill. “All these arrows are sharp—and have blood on them.”
“Yes, well, I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“She tucked her lips in and eyed the pancakes Tristan pulled from the pan. "Making a midnight snack?"
She tried to sound light and casual. Normal. Friendly.
Not because Tristan deserved it, but because she wanted pancakes. And Tristan, apparently, was keeper of the pancakes.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Knowing death is nearby gives you a chance to live...deliberately." -Tristan”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Sucking in air, Heather said, “Fluffy—Mrs. Allen’s ferocious dog—chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away.”
Scarlet scrunched her face. “Isn’t Fluffy a Chihuahua?”
Still panting, Heather said, “Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Are you okay? You seem ...soggy."
"Soggy?"
"Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“How awesome would that be? You open a box of Trix and wham! Out pops a hot guy! I would so eat more cereal.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Before he knew he was immortal. Before life was no longer fragile. Those were the days when life truly meant something.

When life was hard but worthwile, and love was valuable because your days were numbered.

That was living.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“I don’t care if I die a thousand more times ... I need you to live.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Tristan, dressed in all black with a long dagger in his hand, exited the den as Gabriel reached the main floor . Gabriel stopped whistling and paused. “Please tell me you’re going to a ninja convention.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Well, where's the hussy now? Is she in Avalon? Does she live in New York? Is she allergic to strawberries? Because I will send her a gift basket that'll make her wish she'd never laid eyes on Gabriel's deceitful-albeit delicious-body!”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“You know what I need to do?"
"Buy earrings?"
"I need to fully embed myself in Gabriel's life. I need to get to know the real Gabriel Archer."
"You need to buy new earrings," Heather said.
Scarlet ignored Heather and went on.
"No more excuses. The time has come. Today, I am going over to Gabriel's house after school."
"Good for you. Now let's talk about shoes." Heather put her magazine down. "They suck.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Who you were is never as important as who you are. So… who are you?”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Scarlet watched a leaf fall to the ground, lying dead amoung the other leaves on the forest floor. "A brief life seems pointless."
Tristan thought for a moment. "Isn't that what life is, though? A brief opportunity to exist? A short gift?”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“I don’t think so, dude. Gabriel would kill me. And then Scarlet would kill me. And they could just keep on killing me over and over again because I don’t ever die. Do you know how much that would suck?”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Do you think it’s weird to kiss someone you barely know?”
No, it’s perfectly normal and gives us a fantastic excuse to make out. Kiss me!
“Totally weird,” she said, immediately wanting to slap herself.
He nodded slowly. “Me too.” Scarlet’s heart sank a little. Gabriel flashed his dimples. “I guess now I’ve got a good reason to get to know you, don’t I?”
Scarlet narrowed her eyes. “Who said I’d let you kiss me even if you got to know me?”
He nodded his head with a smile. “Challenge accepted.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Trust her gut?
Her gut was currently telling her to run her hands through Tristan’s dark hair.
She wasn’t so sure her gut was reliable.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously going out with a dagger strapped to your back? You might as well just wear a sign that says Look at me, I’m a killer!”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Gabriel shuffled around the trunk again, searching for faux arrows—arrows designed to injure but not kill. “All these arrows are sharp—and have blood on them.”
“Yes, well, I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear.”
Gabriel turned to Tristan. “We’re not going to kill that guy.”
“We might.”
“Tristan, that’s homicide.”
“It’s self defense.”
“It’s not self defense. He didn’t come after you.”
“But he came after Scarlet. And, technically, Scarlet is a piece of me. So, yeah. It’s self-defense. Are you coming with me or not?”
“I don’t want to kill him. I just want to hurt him. Or detain him.”
“Or maybe you could just give him a big hug.”Tristan started marching into the woods. “You can stay there and clean weapons or whatever, but I’m going after our intruder.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Scarlet: “But you’re bleeding
pretty bad…and you’re probably in a lot of pain—“
Tristan: “I’m fine."
Scarlet raised a brow. “Fine. Bleed to death. Whatever.”
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“I’m baaaaaaaack!” Heather rushed up to Scarlet, completely unaware of Gabriel. “I came, I kissed, I conquered. No, let’s go find you a hot guy with a tasty mouth.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“So, tell me about yourself, Scarlet.” Gabriel said. “I already know about your love for coffee and sleeping in - which makes you awesome, by the way - but what else?”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Being fearful was exhausting.”
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“Taking careful aim, Gabriel shot two arrows, one into the figure’s thigh, the other into his side—but neither slowed his opponent down.

Gabriel wasn’t ready to kill the guy—at least not yet.

After all, Gabriel was immortal. It wasn’t exactly a fair fight.

But the stranger kept charging. And in his hand was another knife.

Awesome.

The intruder lunged and, right when Gabriel was about to release another arrow into his attacker’s body, he heard a thwack.

The stranger fell dead at Gabriel’s feet—a long and deadly arrow jutting from his back.

Gabriel looked up from the body before him and saw Tristan with his bow still raised.

“Tristan!” Horror filled Gabriel’s eyes. “You just killed him.”

Tristan lowered the bow. “I know.”

“He’s a person, Tristan! This isn’t medieval England where you have to protect your bread and your goats! You can’t just shoot people dead.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Next to the office was a closed door. “This room,” Gabriel stood at the door hesitantly, “is where we keep our collection of weapons so,” Gabriel turned the knob, “don’t freak out or anything.”

Gabriel pushed the door open and Scarlet’s eyes took in a giant wall covered in deadly-looking arsenal. Knives, axes, swords, arrows, and many other tools lined the great wall.

And some of them looked rather used.

She started to freak out. “Uh…why do you have so many?”

Were they gearing up for battle?

Gabriel shrugged. “It’s a hobby. It’s more Tristan’s thing than mine, though.”

Figures.

“What, no guns?” Scarlet asked, looking around.

“Guns are for losers,” Gabriel said.

“And,” Scarlet looked at the nearest weapon with a crooked smile, “bloodstained battle axes are for winners?”

Gabriel cocked his head and smiled at her. “Exactly”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Forty-five minutes and two-hundred wires later, Nate had transformed the spare bedroom upstairs into a video game haven. Scarlet listened to the three boys argue about the most efficient way to destroy an AWOL robot and realized she’d rather listen to Heather complain about last year’s footwear styles than one more minute of nerd-talk.

Nate pulled a few speakers from his bag.

“Surround sound, Nate? Really?” Gabriel pointed to the hall. “My bedroom is right next door. How am I supposed to sleep when you’re blasting aliens all night? Why couldn’t you just use the downstairs guest room?”

“First of all,” Nate adjusted a speaker and looked back at Gabriel, “the aliens are on my team—so I don’t ‘blast’ them. Second,” Nate’s eyes grew wide, “you know I have a wicked fear of sleeping underground. Basements are for bats and axe-murders.” He looked at Tristan. “No offense.”

Tristan shrugged.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“Here’s what you’re going to do: You’re going to get up, get dressed, and let me take you out for a girls’ day. We’ll shop and eat ice cream and cry or whatever. It’ll be epic.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew