The Hawthornes were fraying at the seams. One needed only to tug, and they would split entirely.
Hate was a funny thing. It gnawed at her insides like poison. It made every muscle in her body tense, made her veins boil so hot she thought her head might split in half, and yet it fueled everything she did. Hate was its own kind of fire and if you had nothing else, it kept you warm.
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🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
“Come here, Ziya.”
“Ziya?” Ziya’s eyes tipped to the sky. “Who’s that?”
Riga reached for his sword. Daji raised her knife. They’d prepared for this, all three of them, with Ziya’s consent. They had to strike just before he opened the gate—
Ziya’s face split into a horrible grin. “Kidding.”
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'otherwise,' george went on, 'no spectral stuff yet. i thought i saw a skeleton in the kitchen, but it turned out to be kipps.'
kipps rolled his eyes. 'ooh, stop it, george. has anyone got any bandages? i've just split my sides laughing.'
Zombie.
A child of late-night creature features and campfire stories, her mind accepted it in the split-second it took for her to think it; she wasn't an idiot. He was deathly pale and ripe with that sickly-sweet scent of decay she'd noticed earlier, his eyes cataracted and gleaming white.
Zombies, in Raccoon. I never expected that.
The one “Primordial Breath” ( yuanqi ) split into the light ethereal yang breath, which formed heaven; and the heavier, cruder yin breath, which formed earth. The diversifications and interactions of yin and yang produced the Ten Thousand Things. The warm breath of yang accumulated to produce fire, the essence of which formed the sun. The cold breath of yin accumulated to produce water, the essence of which became the moon.
