The moon was full, shining enough light down for Scarlet to make out the hundreds of gravestones lined up in the wet grass and the dozens of standing tombs that rose up in various places throughout the yard.
Giant trees swayed in the winter wind, throwing shadows across the grounds and making it look like the darkness was alive.
Graveyards were much more frightening at night than they were during the day.
An owl hooted.
A wolf howled.
A bat flapped across the night sky before her, wings silhouetted by the giant moon.
Are you kidding me?
It was like the graveyard knew Scarlet had entered and wanted to make it the creepiest experience ever.
It was like the Secret Garden.
Of dead people.
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I'm going to kill you." Gabriel pointed at Tristan.
"For what?" Tristan raised a brow at his twin. "It's not like I asked Scarlet to come lie on top of me. I woke up and she was just...there.
They needed a plan. And manpower.
They needed Tristan
You remembered,” he said quietly.
Lowering the bow, Scarlet kept her eyes on him. “I remembered.
Nunca he estado en el océano, mucho menos lo he respirado, pero en mi mente, el océano huele como Carter. Por lo tanto, amo el océano.
Chelsea FineEl hace que mi corazón deje de latir, me hace respirar superficialmente, hace que me den ganas de cantar.
Lo sé. Super cursi ¿Cierto?. Pero, Agh, es verdad.
Amor. No del tipo que ves en las películas o escuchas en la radio. Del tipo real. Del tipo que te derriba y te desangra, pero a pesar de todo persevera. Del tipo que tiene esperanza aun cuando la esperanza parece una tontería. Del tipo que perdona. Del tipo que cree en la curación. Del tipo que te puedes sentar en silencio y sentirte renovado. El tipo de amor real.
Chelsea FineThe grassy park was lined with dozens of kissing booths. Twinkle lights draped back-and-forth between tall trees, making a canopy of stars above the red and pink tables below. People were lined up at each booth, applying lipstick and perfume as they readied for their purchased kisses.
Behind the booths stood a large white gazebo housing a group of musicians. As a love song filled the air, couples intertwined their bodies and swayed to the melody.
Here and there, children ran about wearing red hats and eating lip-shaped chocolates, while women waited impatiently for quickie makeovers under a flashy pink tent.
The park was littered with couples kissing behind trees and making out on park benches. And paper stars were everywhere; in trees, on the ground, above heads, inside mouths….
It was like Valentine’s Day.
On crack.
Heather Awry (The Archers of Avalon, #2)
“Okay, if my B-F-F goes rogue and starts trying to chop me into pieces, I fully expect your immortal hotness to protect me, got it?
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