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Forrest Gump (Forrest Gump #1) Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)

I just don’t think you should spend Christmas Eve away from your family. I’d rather you not go. I would have thought you’d rather be at home, too, no?

Don’t touch me, she snarled.Because right above us— My voice cracked. Delphi. The chamber of the Oracle.

Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson #7)

Meg’s nose quivered like a rabbit’s. That’s impossible.No, it’s not, I whispered. And if this is Delphi, that means…From overhead came a hiss so loud, it sounded as if the entire ocean had hit a frying pan and evaporated into a massive steam cloud. The ledge shook. Pebbles rained down. Above, a monstrous body slid across the crevasse, completely covering the opening. The smell of molting snakeskin seared my nostrils.

Marry Me at Christmas (Fools Gold #19)

Python. My voice was now an octave higher than Meg’s. He is here.Tell him I’m not here. Let’s hide

Perhaps when Typhon raged across the earth, scattering the gods before him. Perhaps when Gaea unleashed her giants to tear down Olympus. Or perhaps when I accidentally saw Ares naked in the gymnasium. That had been enough to turn my hair white for a century.

But I had been a god all of those times. Now I was a weak, tiny mortal cowering in the darkness. I could only pray my old enemy would not sense my presence. For once in my long glorious life, I wanted to be invisible.And he didn’t show up for English the next day either.

The weekend passed slowly with no word from him or Stevie. I was preoccupied. Not just with thoughts of the boys, but worrying about Mr. Stone’s reception of my poetry. After deciding to confide in Vicki about my poems, and how Mr. Stone was reading them, my best friend roped Steph and me into going to Glasgow to shop in order to take my mind off the boys and my poems. Yet I was still distracted. Again. Instead of being angry with my distance, however, they were sympathetic. Finally, Steph could relate to a daydreaming Comet, because now she was daydreaming about a boy, and Vicki knew it was about more than just the boys. It was about me putting myself out there with my work for my future.I’m proud of you, Vicki had whispered to me while Steph was in a changing room trying on a dress so short there was no way she could allow her dad to ever see it. Maybe when you’re ready, you’ll let me read your poems, too.

Streams of Silver (The Icewind Dale Trilogy #2)

I’d squeezed her hand, grateful for her support. Just grateful I had her back.My worry over losing Tobias’s friendship transformed into annoyance when he first blanked me as he walked into Spanish the following week, and then when he ignored me entirely in English class. Between that and the fact that Mr. Stone walked into class with my folder under his arm, I was distracted from our lesson completely by my apprehension over his opinion, and over Tobias’s coldness. Trying to focus on what should be the priority rather than on the boy next to me, I watched as Mr. Stone slipped the folder under a pile of papers on his desk and then welcomed the class.

I tried to listen as he talked about classwork, but it was incredibly difficult, and when he asked me to stay after class I felt a strong wave of nausea.Tobias sat as far from me as possible, flinching when my foot accidentally brushed his under the table. At the first ring of the dismissal bell he shot out of his chair with the precision of the one o’clock gun at Edinburgh Castle. He was gone before I could even draw breath.

I tried to pretend I wasn’t angry at him. That his behavior didn’t matter as much as what Mr. Stone had to say to me about my poems. But as much as I wanted it to be true, it wasn’t. Plus, it felt better to be angry than to think about how much Tobias ignoring me hurt. My days were suddenly gray again, and I almost hated him for having that kind of power over my mood.Shaking the melancholy off, I waited in my seat as everyone else filtered out. Vicki, probably having guessed what our teacher wanted to talk to me about, threw me a bolstering smile before she walked out of the classroom.

When we were alone, Mr. Stone took my folder off his desk and came to perch on mine. He handed it back to me wearing a small smile. These are wonderful, Comet. Thank you so much for allowing me to read them.All the air I’d been holding in seemed to deflate out of me, and my teacher chuckled at my obvious relief.

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