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Intuition (The Premonition, #2) Intuition by Amy A. Bartol
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“Sometimes, I think I have made you up just to torture myself- and there are other times that I know you must be real because I couldn't have dreamed such perfection.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“I ask God to bind my life to your life so that my mind will be one with your mind," I repeat the words Phaedrus says while I gaze at Reed and hold his hand. "My heart may be one with your heart," I recite it with a small smile on my face, "and my body may be one with your body," I blush a little when I say this part, seeing desire register in Reed's eyes. "From this moment through eternity, so let it be.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“May what lies ahead of this warrior or behind him never take from me what is inside of him, for it is mine.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“If the currents do conspire against us, know that I will find you, I will never stop looking for you.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Reed, I know that you think that it's better to wait until I evolve fully, but I don't think I can wait any longer..... You are my blood now and I'm yours. We are bound to each other in every way possible but one and I.. I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know what I've become, but I know that if I am with you, then I'm free...I'm home. Let me show you what you mean to me. Let me pull you into my world, as you have pulled me into yours.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Instead of asking youself how you can change that aspect of you, maybe you should be asking yourself why you were created that way. For what purpose do you exist the way that you are?”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“I wanted you before this, for who you are—so intelligent, brave— delicate and beautiful. But now, you have power and strength, too. Danger, thy name is Evie. You are something from a dream and I just want…” he trails off.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
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“You are where I draw the line. They can have anything else that they want, but they cannot have you-not when I have breath in my body to prevent it." -Reed”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“You are the only thing I have ever needed and I won’t give you up. The only being who will keep me from you is you,” he says with conviction. “You are where I draw the line. They can have anything else that they want, but they cannot have you—not when I have breath in my body to prevent it.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“If I die now, at least my soul might see him in Paradise one day.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“My only hope for survival lies in the knowledge that you are somewhere in this world, under the same sky, the same sun, the same stars.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Reed, I should’ve protected myself against you, but I didn’t and now you live here, inside of me,” I say, pointing to my heart. “I won’t ever be able to run from the love I have for you. Your name is written on my heart. I can’t hide from it and it will wreck me if something happens to you—”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“May what lies ahead of this warrior or behind him never take from me what is inside of him, for it is mine,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Instead of asking yourself how you can change that aspect of you, maybe you should be asking yourself why you were created that way. For what purpose do you exist the way that you are?”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“ask God to bind my life to your life so that my mind will be one with your mind,” I repeat the words Phaedrus says while I gaze at Reed and hold his hand. “My heart may be one with your heart,” I recite it with a small smile on my face, “and my body may be one with your body,” I blush a little when I say this part, seeing desire register in Reed’s eyes. “From this moment through eternity, so let it be,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Do you remember when I told you that I sometimes believe that you’re not real? That I imagined you just to hurt myself?” Reed says softly with a bitterly self-effacing laugh that has nothing to do with humor. “I know now that you have to be real. This kind of pain cannot exist if you were imaginary,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Lynnette and me were wondering that, if it’s alright with ya, since it’s Thursday night, ya know, ‘thirsty Thursday,’ and we’re kinda invited to this party, well we thought that maybe ya could close the library without us tonight, eh?” Autumn asks, standing in front of the circulation desk where I sit with a worn copy of poetry. She can’t help playing with her long brown hair, nervously pulling strands from the back while straightening it out. At the same time, she is casting glances at Lynette who is watching us from the racks of current journals. I don’t glance up at Autumn because I don’t need”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Sometimes, I think I have made you up just to torture myself—and there are other times that I know you must be real because I couldn’t have dreamed such perfection.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Henry Grant, I think again as I exhale a deep breath that eases some of the pain that name causes me. It’s not even the name that I object to, if I’m bein’ completely honest with myself. It’s just a name. If Red had given me the most stellar name I could think of it would still suck ‘cuz it’s not my name. It’s someone else’s name. I’m givin’ up my birthright. It’s mine. Russell Marx. Me. It’s like I’m givin’ up my humanity, too, ‘cuz I was nothin’ but human when I was Russell. Now I’m supposed to be Henry and he’s some kind of freaky half-angel. I have had thousands of names in a thousand different lifetimes, but for some reason, this one, Russell Marx, is the hardest for me to give up. Maybe it’s ‘cuz I’m not dyin’ and movin’ on to the next life. I don’t know, but the pain I feel is somethin’ awful. I clutch the steerin’ wheel tight, drivin’ faster than I should through the sleepy little towns between Crestwood and Coldwater. I”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Pampering is for wimps,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“I have tried to live without you…I won’t try anymore.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Gritting my teeth, I reply, “I fight all of my own battles because whom I’m with is my choice.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“I wanted you before this, for who you are—so intelligent, brave—delicate and beautiful. But now, you have power and strength, too. Danger, thy name is Evie. You are something from a dream and I just want…” he trails off. “You just want what?” I ask. “Forever with you,” he replies,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Contact…needs…no wonder he always looked so lost when he was near me, when we first met. He was lost…and I found him…and I’m keeping him, no matter what, I think.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Let me try to explain something to you, Buns. Until recently, I believed that I was entirely human. As a human, I accepted that I was the most powerful being on the planet—with the remote exception of running into a bear, mountain lion, alligator, or shark—all easily avoidable in most situations. The only thing I really had to fear was another human,” I say. “Sweetie, you really should’ve had a healthy respect for weather, too, because that is what usually wipes out civilizations faster than even plagues, which by the way, are scarier than sharks,” Buns replies.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Let me try to explain something to you, Buns. Until recently, I believed that I was entirely human. As a human, I accepted that I was the most powerful being on the planet—with the remote exception of running into a bear, mountain lion, alligator, or shark—all easily avoidable in most situations. The only thing I really had to fear was another human,” I say. “Sweetie, you really should’ve had a healthy respect for weather, too, because that is what usually wipes out civilizations faster than even plagues, which by the way, are scarier than sharks,”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“liar; But never doubt I love…I love thee best, O most best believe it.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition
“Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he has sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
Amy A. Bartol, Intuition