I saw you, looking like Hayworth, making me want to pin you up, pin you down, take you for a different kind of ride altogether.

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Are angels supposed to call humans Commies?

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Mots clés the-taken

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...you've been rooked. You know,you got the dust off. Killed. Murdered. Clipped. It's a rough deal, but you've had some good times, right?

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I saw you, looking like Hayworth, making me want to pin you up, pin you down, take you for a different kind of ride altogether

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Charis sipped, smiling back. "...I saw God everywhere."
Grif narrowed his eyes. "Really?"
She nodded and leaned close. "We were actually pen pals. I'd write Him letters in Latin and leave them in my closet."
"Why the closet?"
She shrugged. "Because He didn't appear after I set my front yard's bushes on fire, so I decided He was shy.

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Do I seem like the white-picket-fence sort of girl to you, Carl?" "No, you seem like the blood-soaked-walls kind of girl to me.

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Mots clés urban-fantasy-series strong-woman

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He invaded my consciousness in the same way the ocean washes up on the beach, with sweeping tides of longing and regret, and with such power and raw force, I often woke with the taste of salt from my tears clinging to my skin." Joanna about Ben

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Mots clés urban-fantasy strong-woman

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That's what hiding away did, whether it was from the world or yourself, your past, or even your dreams. It took absolutely no effort to have a miserable life. But building a glorious one? A life worth living and sharing with others? That's what was hard." Joanna

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Mots clés strong-woman-urban-fantasy

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I wasn’t heading toward a future I wanted as much as I was running away from one I didn’t.

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This was not a loss that could be shared. Grief was a place every person had to go alone, a lonely country populated by mistakes and a futile desire to turn back time for an impossible “do-over.

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