Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.
BRANDON MULLI was vanquished by a deer!’ A giant magical flying deer with fangs,’ Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier. That sounds a little better,’ Warren conceded. ‘Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
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An unread book does nobody any good
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I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
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She refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.
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I was vanquished by a deer!’ A giant magical flying deer with fangs,’ Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier. That sounds a little better,’ Warren conceded. ‘Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
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Let’s worry about fixing the problem instead of the blame.
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I will not know that day has come because I will not stop trying.
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Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic.” “Sure you were,” Jason said. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.
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You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
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Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.
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Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan.” Is it Nate?” She calls me Honeylips.
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Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. “That was awesome,” Seth told Kendra. “You’re psychotic,” Kendra replied.
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Choices determine character.
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The baby dove into the room, transforming grotesquely as it landed on the floorin a deft sumersault
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Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
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He’s stubborn,” Tux warned in a singsong tone. “Stay out of this,” Mark spat. “And touchy,” Tux added.
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