Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, and post-apocalyptic dystopian young-adult fiction...
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CountryUnited States of America
feelings like-you whole-life
You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.
stupid men hands
Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.
bears scar
He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
eye expression knives
His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.
broken pieces sometimes
Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.
effort dying
Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.
cutting world razors
The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.
strong morning thinking
If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.
regret war loss
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.
moon fire heat
He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
heartbreaking matter indifference
No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.
white bird wave
Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
revenge kindness pride
Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.
dark wish world
But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.