Then question made her feel a little awkward. After all, she had saved him a seat. No, I’m her fiance,” Nate said. We’ve been promised to each other since birth.” Summer added. Our wedding isn’t until March.
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More Brandon Mull Quotes
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Making mistakes is part of learning to choose well. No way around it. Choices are thrust upon us, and we don’t always get things right.
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After all, as long as you know, why make when you can take?
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What you call idiot points, I call awesome dollars. ~Seth
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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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In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
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One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.
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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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I’ll not have my grandson subjected to the humiliation of his reading becoming public. We have to cope with this disgrace discreetly — Grandma Ruth
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An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.
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break the rules pay the price
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What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?” Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. “Nate Sutter.
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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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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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Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue. “What do you want?” Jason asked. No answer. “Are you the thing that followed Tark?
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Running toward danger is foolhardy. … But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.
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