Top 37 A.O. Peart Quotes
#1. Jatred's white teeth flashed in an inviting smirk. To irritate the men even more, he motioned to them with his hand, ending the movement with a flip of his middle finger.
"Come and get it, grandpas," he hissed.
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#2. The air smelled of blood, sweat, and anger.
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#3. The beasts' gruesome growls and roars unmistakably sounded like a dare.
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#4. Kiss him! Kiss him, you foolish girl!" She heard Amber yelling in her mind.
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#5. The Amulet released a brilliant fan of white rays, right from Jatred's chest and through the fabric of his shirt.
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#6. Blue fire ran along the blade. With the Goddess's commanding pose and a flaming sword in hand, she resembled angel Uriel.
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#7. A battle? What battle? Jasmira shrieked.
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#8. Careful, wolf. We don't want the human to realize how much we can eat," she chuckled, talking to him with her mind.
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#9. The rest of them moved toward the fence, in complete silence. Each of the teenagers jumped swiftly onto the iron spikes. With a blurry speed, they climbed up onto the sharp finials, and leaped down to the other side
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#10. He swore quietly and shook his head. He tried to see some logic in the situation. His deep, angry growl echoed in the room, multiplied by the walls and ceilings. "Damn!" Jatred pounded his fist on his thigh. "She fooled me again.
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#11. Behind them the solemn-faced warriors stood, engraved into the vast double doors of the mansion. In front of them, the fountain lay broken into three large chunks and a mass of smaller rocks, scattered around.
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#12. She opened her hand, and a ball of fire blasted from it toward the cloudless sky of the Realm. It whirled above the Shifters, growing and stretching into a huge flaming disc. It moved down, forming a spinning inferno wall around them.
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#13. Two long lines of Shifters stretched over the field, standing unmoved. They expertly held composite bows at ready, various in origin and style.
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#14. Hello girls! My boobies are curiously sticking their heads up, trying to see what vagina is so breathlessly talking about.
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#15. Come and get it, J," she teased.
"You are an illusion," Jatred answered calmly.
"Am I?"
"You just walked on the water, but your dress is dry," he snorted.
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#16. She slammed her right fist into her left palm. A thick blinding ray of light shot out from between her hands. It looked like liquid fire. One end quickly coiled itself around Bastet's palm and wrist. The other end danced in front of her as if mimicking a swaying cobra.
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#17. I can't be here. We can't be together now. Too much is at stake.
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#18. She reached back with remarkable speed and, raising the weapons above her head, slid them out to the sides. The swords made a high-pitch metallic screech when their surfaces glided against each other
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#19. 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 was silent
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#20. There were tens of thousands of them; white and dark-skinned, adults and teenagers, some looking scared, some simply curious, the others - completely in awe, seeing the Summer Realm for the first time.
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#21. Georgeta cleared her throat, and pushed herself deeper into the sofa cushion.
"You know Penelope Stephanopoulos, Jasmira's best friend?" she asked.
"That Greek redhead with an attitude bigger than the Parthenon?" Erik snorted.
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#22. She slammed into an invisible wall and flew back once more, landing on her back. She lay sprawled on the ground, trying to shift into her leopard form. But her enhancing Spirit held her firmly in the human body.
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#23. Next, she put her left eye close to the glass-like square. It scanned her retina with a slide of dim blue-light. Immediately after the scan was complete, the gate glided to the side, revealing a closet-sized dark chamber.
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#24. They heard a deep murmur of voices, and this time not in their heads. Thousands of the ancient Spirits of both Realms swirled above them in anticipation of what was about to happen.
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#25. Two down, a million more to go." She wiped the green blood off her face with the hem of her shirt and glanced around.
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#26. A blinding burst of white and red light exploded when the surfaces of both gems touched. It stretched over the battlefield in an enormous, flat disk of power.
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#27. The ground under their feet rolled violently as if a giant snake was pushing through.
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#28. The Goddess kneeled and slowly moved her hand over Jasmira's heart and the Amulet. "She's coming back. She carried a big burden. The Summer Race has a brave Queen,
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#29. A few moments passed before he shrugged and said, "We can always start all over.
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#30. The Winter Shifter army rushed toward their opponents at full speed. A unified roar thundered over the field.
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#31. The armies clashed; claws, teeth, and weapons alike, stubbing and snapping, slashing and pounding.
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#32. You can be a bit of a fool around a pretty girl.
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#33. All those losers I've crossed paths with have drained me clean from my positive energy. They took all the upbeat goodness right out of me and left me overanalyzing the possibility of dating ever again.
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#34. You hit the Winter Prince, woman. Now you have to pay."
Her lips parted when he kissed her again, long and slow. "I like the price," she whispered, her voice echoing in his mind.
"This is just a down payment," Jatred murmured. "I will work out a payment plan for you.
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#35. Lusia's face was red and blotchy. She stared ahead, numb, absentmindedly pulling the grass from the lawn.
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#36. Her dark hair glistened in the sun. Small, almost heart-shaped lips stayed motionless. The Amulet around her neck reflected sun rays, sending hundreds of tiny blue specks to dance on her half-covered breasts, bare shoulders, and neck.
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#37. She heard a low murmur of the far-away voices: a chant repeated over and over.
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