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Amanda and Kate meet and fall in love, and Amanda reveals to Kate that they are soul mates as well as Brightlings -- beings that battle evil and darkness.
I was staring at the ground when she spoke, and I felt my body respond and draw toward her as if each of my cells wished to reach across the space between us and join hers. What was she asking me? I lifted my head and my eyes found hers. I licked my lips, hoping, yearning, needing a kiss.br />
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“May I carry your books?”br />
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When Kate Portal realized she had a knack for picking partners with rough edges, she decided to stay single. But when captivating, smooth Amanda Knight approaches her, Kate is inexplicably drawn to her. Even when Kate fears | |  | | Missing Amanda
Kate has rescued her father and fled to Rozynwood, the Robyn's home. But all the Brightlings there believe she is incomplete without her soul mate, Amanda.
That night, I dreamt of Amanda. She walked into my cabin, closed the door, leaned against it, and stood considering me with one hand tucked into the pocket of her baggy jeans. “Come here,” she whispered. I rose and went to her. She pulled me into her arms and placed her lips softly on mine. br />
Drawing back, she gazed into my eyes. I leaned forward, and she moved back again. “Kate, what do you want?” she asked. Her voice was filled with urgency and confusion, and I couldn’t understand how she could be confused. The answer was the same as it had alway | |  | | The Beastliness of Beauty: A Collection of Pieces and Parts
A collection of short stories ranging from the description of a manic episode to a mythical file room.
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My mother had schizophrenia. She’s dead now and I prefer to believe that ailment was left behind her when her spirit moved on. Her pain and her hope, however, remain here in me, hovering side by side, an uneasy alliance, or a multiple personality disorder. Or bipolor disorder, which is what I am told I have. br />
My relationship with God began the moment I shot forth from my mother’s womb. She grabbed my slippery body in her leathered hands and punted me toward Heaven where I landed with a cry at God’s feet. That is h |
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