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Robyn Thurman, writing under the name Rob Thurman, is a New York Times Best Selling American novelist. To date, she has written three series and two short stories, totaling 17 books, and has been published in the US, UK, Germany, and Japan.

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There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

Dawn, Dealt, Rain, Truths, World

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

Ems, Giving, Lemons, Life, Shining, Shove

Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal. ” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.

Broken, Elderly, Hand, Hands, Pick

Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either.

Crumbling, Difficult, Fall, Hand, Hands, Wind

Funny thing about faith. . . it goes a lot faster than it comes.

Faith, Faster, Funny, Funny Things, Have Faith, Thing

They don't have to choose either
or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.

Cake, Choose, Either Or, Mutilate

As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it.

Air, Breath, Perv, Spring, Stood, White

It is now. It is always now. Now is good. Now could be the best. My name is Catcher. My name was Catcher. My name. . . my name. . . I am. . . I am lost, I am found and then I am free and I am happy. When I jump over that edge, someone leaps with me, shoulder to shoulder. I smell kinship on him. Kinship is all. I'm not alone. Never alone. I land, earth below me, moon above. I am wolf. We are pack. And that is all I need.

Alone, Land, Moon, Names, Shoulder, Smell

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

Arguing, Breaths, Hater, Koalas, Pooh, Under

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

Blanket, Blankets, Security, Sharper, This World, World

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

Born, Brother, Debt, Karmic, Khan, Past

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Spoons, Littles, Spoon

Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat.

Acid, Corrosive, Dissolve, Heartbeat, Like, Lying

Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

Favorite Places, People, Slow, Suicide, Turned

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

Escape, Let, Memories, Rule

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

Big, Boy, Boys, Look, Looks, Pants

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

Distance, Heads, Hear, Moral, Sound

Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.

Bury, Heart, Home, Ones, Want

At least that's what his note said, along with a scathing reminder that dishes didn't wash themselves and the fungus in the bathroom was one day away from evolving into sentient life. I folded the note into an airplane and sailed it across the room. It ended up perched jauntily on top of the ancient television. It looked good there and I left it as a tribute to freedom-loving fungi everywhere.

Airplane, Away, Folded, One Day, Television, Wash

I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven.

Forgiven, People, Space, Walk, Write, Writing

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