P. C. Cast
P. C. Cast
Phyllis Christine Castis an American romance/fantasy author, known for the House of Night series she writes with her daughter Kristin Cast, as well as her own Goddess Summoning and Partholon book series...
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CountryUnited States of America
gay knows
I'm gay. I know things.
unique path smooth
Not that the path was smooth and pothole free. But still, it was my path, and like me, it was bound to be unique." -Zoey
eye looks bizarre
And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.
lazy ugly comfort
Comfort is for the lazy and the ugly." Aphrodite
guy next saws
Just when I thought my day couldnt get any worse, I saw the dead guy next to my locker.
world may never-forget
We stand separate from the world because of our gifts. Never forget that, because you may be sure the world never will.
real-talk speak speak-the-truth
There is a deep power in words that speak the truth
merry
merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again
sunset
It's not just a sunset; it's a moonrise too.
cant belonging
A sense of belonging is not physical. We cant find it by changing where we live or what we do. We have to carry it within us
light evil choices
He has a spirit-a soul- and therfore a choice. I will belive that Aurox will chose Light, even if Darkness resides within him. None of us is entirely good. Or evil.
real thinking light
Actually, the zapping light was kinda like Sookie’s fairy-light-thing. Do you think there’s any chance I’m a fairy?” “No, Z. Focus. True Blood is fiction. This is the real world.
hate believe grandma
At the very least i should fear you. some would say that I should hate you." "Many would say that." "Yet i neither fear nor hate you." "You-you are comforting me. Giving me sanctuary. Why, Grandma?" Aurox asked. "Because I believe in the power of love. I believe in chosing Light over Darkness-happiness over hatred-trust over skeptism,
loneliness eye dark
Sylvia's dark eyes widened. "You are more than you appear to be" "Yes. I am a monster of Darkness, a beast," he agreed with her. Her lips tilted up. "Can a beast weep in sorrow? Does darkness have the capacity to feel loneliness? I think not.