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1 " We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was with him before. Although I was positive that I’d never seen this man, something still ached at me. Was it a longing of a piece of my past starting to take effect? "
― Millicent Ashby , The Glass Serpent (Demon-Gods War, #1)
2 " The man went to the controls, looking up at me, flaring his nostrils to my actions. His voice was like a voice under water. “We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right. "
3 " I covered my eyes with my hand. Please don’t let it be what I think it is. “It isn’t babysitting again, is it?” I asked in a squeaky voice. Oh dear, please don’t let him hear what I’d said. "
4 " Wounds that haven’t healed properly still hurt you. You pretend to allow them faze you, but I see past the mask. Shame, that a pretty woman like you has to perish by fire.” Cain shrugged. “I’m surprised they didn’t burn you in the witch trials.” He shook his head as if he corrected himself. “No, what am I saying? You were with Saain during that time. "
5 " Jane Greyson had once told me that my voice was one of the Ancients—old and wise. "
6 " Good job,” Alyx snapped. “You’re very intelligent, Raye. You almost hit mom’s car. "
7 " You always have choices,” the teen placed her hands on her hips. “You just choose to disobey.”I wanted to strangle her, yet I lifted an eyebrow to her claim. It would have been a mess anyway. “Oh? And how do you explain the matter at River Park?”The question perked Jane to ask, “What incident at River Park?”The teen’s face whitened, her eyes bulged like pool balls. “I thought we’d agreed to not mention it!”“We did,” I said, casually. “But you should’ve known better than to trust a demon. "
8 " I woke, remembering a dream from the night before. Pictures of frightened children lingered in my mind as I approached them with a hunger unsated by mundane appetites. I recalled how flesh smelled: sweet. The texture was tender, yet it was bitter to the taste. Blood was messy and dripped down my chin. The demon, the cold-blooded monster mingled with my DNA: a gift from one of my parents brought to daylight by evil people. "
9 " You’re the one they’re looking for,” he said, with a curled lip. “You’re the Glass Serpent. "