I saw Elizabeth Normans, she looks exactly like me, and she’s buried in Acacia Cemetery
-Finding Fiona

They were surrounding her, giving her peace as her vision faded to black.
- The Second Generation

Heath walked in front of him, occasionally feeling the tip of the rifle in his back.
- The Second Generation (it has a name!)

As she took in the scene and realized her fatal mistakes, Tracey felt the crushing weight of despair.
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Heath ran back to his cottage, locked the door behind him, and found the guns underneath the stairs.
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The time he was with Mom was some of the only times he seemed human.
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It was a distant memory, a name on the tip of his tongue.
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The memory of his dad was so fresh in his mind; he closed his eyes and tried to relive it over and over again.
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“I’m doing what I feel is best for the safety of my family,” Florian told Natalie, ignoring his son.
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Ben and the girls would notice he was gone, of course, but they’d have no idea where he was.
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For a moment, he wished everyone was like Tracey, that he could trust what they said without doubts.
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When Heath woke up, his head was aching.
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“What do you want, Ryan? You want me to pay you back for the bail?”
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She lie on her bed for a moment, wishing that she could forget everything that happened last night.
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Everything was fuzzy, though, like the scene was taking place underwater.
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“But come on, Jen, she’s not a saint.”
- Stones of Cilean

"Give me one good reason not to turn around and leave you there with them!"
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She was choked up, and Jennifer could tell this was not part of her act.
- Stones of Cilean

Her Jer side knew it; it reminded her of a place to which she’d never been, a place that often called to her from random things in her life: the way her sister’s hair moved as though it were floating, her father’s slightly translucent skin, the sudden surge of happiness that she somehow knew was her mother’s, even though she was halfway across the globe, running track in a competition where no one knew what she truly was.
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Jennifer watched the man in the ski mask run down the alley.
- Stones of Cilean