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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beautiful world ugly
Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.
blessing appreciate people
People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had
love-you easy understood
Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.
weak unemotional tarzan-movie
Don’t let them see you weak.
humble army matter
Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.
girl comforting arms
I sighed. 'It's hard. You're the only one who listens to what I have to say.' Longshot dropped a gentle, comforting arm around my shoulders. 'Then speak louder, girl. Don't let them put out your spark.
stupid people assuming
I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.
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.
eye animal people
I found it curious that people kept animals for companionship and not food. When I'd asked Mama Oaks when she planned to cook the fat creature that slept in a basket in the kitchen, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Since then, she'd kept her pet away from me, like she suspected I meant to turn it into stew. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.
running stay-strong simple
My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.
weak made terrible
Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
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.
white bird wave
Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
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.