Quotes by Shannon A. Thompson

Differences disappear when faced with death.

The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty...I never want to feel it again.

You cant make the world perfect, Daniel, Michelle said calmly while dusting dirt off her jeans with her delicate hand. No. I cant, I agreed. But I can sure help make it better.

Why do they hate us? He paused. We didnt do anything wrong.

I would only blame myself if something happened to you.

Im just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?

I liked this rich lifestyle, but I loved the poor lifestyle better. The less money people had, the less greedy they seemed to be. The people who lived around our flocks seemed to always love everyone around them. Even though they aren’t always happy and can’t always afford the bills, they are still glad to be alive.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

The comfort was peculiarly chilling.

It’s going to be okay, Eric, Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)

With the smell so close, the ocean came into view only a few moments later, sometimes peeking between old brick buildings with bright blue eyes, other times peering for a lingering moment like long lost relatives seeing one another for the first time.

She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.

The dark, twisting clouds that had settled over Vendona’s streets seemed to open up and glide past the winking moon. The wind moaned slowly as it died while the trees began dancing with a melody only known to nature. The city became alive, and time raced forward as the sky warmed slightly. It was no longer snowing.

When everything was right, something was bound to go wrong. (Jessica)

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Tell me, how do get away from your own self?” she questioned. I knew what she meant with a sickening realization. They knew what I was. Somehow, they had found out my only secret.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.

I remembered every moment between us, and every moment felt more precious as time passed.

Every monster could be saved.