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People were messy. They were defined not only by what they’d done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back – time only moved forward – but people could change.

For worse.

And for better.

It wasn’t easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt.

So make it worth the pain.

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There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.”

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Mourning was its own kind of music— the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together.

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"What happened to him? Tell me. What happened to the August who wanted to feel human? The one would rather burn alive than let himself go dark."

He kept his own gaze forward. "I’m willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light."

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“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?”

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“I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain.”

"How?"

"By not letting go," she said softly. "By holding on, to anger, to hope, or whatever it is that keeps you fighting."

You, he thought.”

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"Out in the Waste stood a home, abandoned.

A place where a girl had grown up, and a boy had burned alive, where a violin had been shattered, and a stranger had been shot-

And a new monster had been born.

She stood in the house, the dead man at her feet, stepped over his body, wandered out into the yard, drew in fresh air as the sun went down.

And started walking"

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"Funny, she thought, that even monsters had fragile hearts."

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"The air smelled like blood and panic as she forced herself toward the restaurant, toward the massacre, toward the chaos.

And there, in the middle of it all, so still she almost didn’t see it, stood a monster."

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''I don't have to be invicible'', said August, shrugging him off. ''I just have to be stronger than everyone else.''

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