Forged-by-greed Quote by Angela Orlowski-Peart

I'm yelling in my mind as I write a tweet.

— Shaun King

“He gazed down at her. “Thank God you were not hurt.” Had she never noticed how inviting his lips looked? What would it feel…

— Melanie Dickerson

“She cared nothing for Robert Balmor, and in fact had felt relief each time she’d remembered that both he and André were gone. Letting…

— Allison Pataki

“A few moments passed before he shrugged and said, “We can always start all over.”

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“One group of huge men from Congo and Ghana yelled insults at the beasts from the top of their lungs. They brandished war hammers,…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“Lusia’s face was red and blotchy. She stared ahead, numb, absentmindedly pulling the grass from the lawn.”

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“Your Spirits will choose the best weapons and tactics for the battle. Rely on the Spirits, trust, and embrace them. They will lead and…

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“Oh, come on.” Jatred scooted back on his butt, trying to put some distance between himself and the animals. He frowned at them and…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“The rest of them moved toward the fence, in complete silence. Each of the teenagers jumped swiftly onto the iron spikes. With a blurry…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“They heard a deep murmur of voices, and this time not in their heads. Thousands of the ancient Spirits of both Realms swirled above…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“She heard a low murmur of the far-away voices: a chant repeated over and over.”

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“Penelope screamed incoherently in Erik’s tight embrace. Kaliope sat on her heels, rocking back and forth, silent. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking. She…

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“Her hair came undone and rose off her shoulders, quivering as if from a breeze. Static kept snapping through the strands, and Jasmira’s eyes…

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“I don’t know. I hope this is just a little fling, that’s all.” Georgeta shrugged, her eyes back on the Kindle. “We need to…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart

“A low, angry growl hit Jatred’s ears like a hammer. He turned and saw a massive figure crashing its way through the snow. Although…

— Angela Orlowski-Peart