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These are from The Soul in the Music Box and The Highest Form of Hope.
Win (A word with “win” in it counts, right?)
"By the way. I don't think we should mention dad's phone calls to mom. She still hasn't recovered from when he first left. It would just upset her."
I nod. "Yeah. She's still kind of out of it most of the time."
Ryan winces before eating more of the whipped cream.
"Put that away," I order. "It’s mine. And it'll make you sick."
"What do you use it for, cider?” I scrunch into my blanket again. “Yeah, I thought so. You need to break that habit. "
“But you’re the one who taught it to me!”
“Exactly. Now go back to your reading. I’m trying to eat.”
(The Highest Form of Hope)
Demand
“Your sister’s cute.” Nid’s voice was suddenly in my head. I had to stop myself from shouting in surprise.
“What on earth, Nid. You can communicate telepathically now?” I demanded to know. “Never mind. Of course you can. Do me a favour and be silent for the rest of the morning.” Even in my head, it’s voice was whiney.
“Fine.”
(The Soul in the Music Box)
Green
"Here you go, rabbit." He settles down on the couch to wait.
I don't recognize the number, but I pick up, anyway. Ryan has been known to randomly change his number and then wonder why we don't answer his calls. For all I know, he's done it again. I press the green button blinking on my screen and lift the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" There is silence on the other end of the line. "Hello? Ryan?" I hear a shuffling noise that sounds like papers being moved. Finally, a voice on the other end says, "Jess?"
It's not Ryan. I would recognise that voice anywhere if the nickname hadn't given it away. Only one person was ever allowed to call me Jess.
(The Highest Form of Hope)
Gentle
An achingly beautiful little melody began to play, one that I had never heard before. It was soft, haunting, and low, seeming to carry the sorrows and bittersweet joys of many. It played for a few minutes before fading away. I turned the key again, eager to hear the song once more. Instead, another tune began to play, this one as lively as the other gentle.
(The Soul in the Music Box)
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