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Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance (with co-author Carrie Lofty as Ellen Connor), paranormal romantic suspense (as Ava Gray), and post-apocalyptic dystopian young adult fiction.

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I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

Exactly, People, Say, Thinking, Trusted, Unhappy

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy. . . or so scared.

Down, Happy, Heart, Needs, Scared, Thought

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

Giving, Love, Love Is, Takes, Unique

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

Aware, Enough, Fear, Hurt, People

Because I love you. ' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

Back, Easy, Love You, Say, Understood

Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.

Army, Humble, Matter

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

Emotion, Love, Possessiveness, Qualifies

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.

Fighting, Firsts, Hold, Person, Persons

Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.

Beautiful, Ugly, World

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Come, Enough, Feels, Love, Sometimes

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

Made, Sounded, Terrible, Weak

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

Heart, Inured, Longer, Loss, Should

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

Beautiful, Feels, Memories, Moments, Moves, Moving

Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.

Belong, Clip, Doe, Potential, Way, Wings

As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.

Fall, Falling, Guy, Guys, Like, Wind

. . . Where did you go?” “Down below. ” “Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals. ” Funny. I thought the same thing about most Topsiders I encountered. Tegan touched my hand in silent sympathy, and I set my jaw. . . . I stepped forward and pasted on a false smile. We were in her home, after all. The least I could do was be polite. “I’m Deuce, animal from the underground.

Animal, Funny, Hands, Home, Silent, Ugh

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.

Crescendo, Distance, Glasses, Pain, Professional, Stand

He is not the same person as when we met, but. . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

Pushing, Mets, Persons, Person, Instead

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

Cutting, Despair, Drag, Everything, Moments, Perfect

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

Loss, Regret, Story, War

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