Revolution (Collide, #4)(83)

I looked up at my husband and even after everything had happened I couldn’t help but be grateful that our worlds collided.

"I love you, too, Keeper." He laughed. He always laughed when I said that. I didn't care what anyone said.

Merrick would always be my Keeper to me.

The Very End


Playlist



(Theme) Collide : Howie Day

(Merrick's flashback) Open Your Eyes : Snow Patrol

(Sherry's dream) Touch This Light : House of Heroes

(Plotting) Angel With A Shotgun : The Cab

(Fight) Skin Graph : Silversun Pickups

(The hard truth) Ann Sun : Walk The Moon

Remember The Empire : House Of Heroes

(Ryan & Ellie) Love Somebody : Maroon 5

You Know Where I'm At : Gavin Degraw

Wide Awake : Katy Perry

Iscariot : Walk The Moon

Keep Your Eyes Open : Needtobreathe

Y Control : Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Stay : House Of Heroes

(Cain in the Sand) Be Still : The Fray

Alibi : 30 Seconds To Mars

Where I Belong : Switchfoot

(Daniel's Goodbye) Broken Angel : Boyce Avenue

We Were Giants : House Of Heroes

Home : Phillip Phillips

(On the road to the station) Roads Untraveled : Linkin Park

Gunnin' : Hedley

This Is Why We Fight : The Decemberist

On The Run : Kaiser Chiefs

(The war) The War Inside : Switchfoot

Daylight : Boyce Avenue

(The End) Vegas Skies : The Cab



Thank you



to my God and my family for supporting me through my endeavors of writing. This book was so hard to write! I'm going to miss Sherry and Merrick terribly. They were my first couple and will always hold a place in my heart. I hope you enjoyed this series as much I enjoyed writing it. This last book, gut wrenching for me as it was, was still fun and reminiscent. Thank you for coming along on this journey with me.

Thank you!

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And here's an excerpt from

Smokeless Fire

(Fire Spirits #1)

By Samantha Young



1

Ghost in the Soul



Ari’s eyes followed the swipe of Mr. Dillon’s eraser across the board, wiping out the poor chalk-figure hangman who had met his full and complete death - a head, torso, limbs and all - when the senior class had failed to figure out the blanks equated to accumulated depreciation. The last week of school. Business class.

Ari hid a yawn behind her hand and glanced worriedly out of the classroom window to the trees behind the parking lot. She wondered if he was out there already.

“God, I thought this class couldn’t get any more boring,” Nick Melua whispered across to her. Ari made a sympathetic noise and nodded in agreement. Waiting for graduation was a slow torture in hell. That the waiting room at present happened to be Mr. Dillon’s Business Studies class only increased the banality.

Ari winced. She better get used to it. She would be heading off to major in Business at Penn after summer break. Pushing the future and the host of angry butterflies the thought of it created in her belly out of her mind, Ari concentrated on worrying about Charlie. Was he out behind the parking lot? Again?

“Miss Johnson?”



She groaned into her wrist and flicked her eyes up at the board. “W,” she guessed without thinking and immediately felt the heat of the glares from her classmates.

“Nope.” Mr. Dillon shook his head. “Nick?”



“E,” he threw across the room belligerently and was rewarded with grateful smiles as the word became clearer.

“Entrepreneur!” Staci Pike shouted out with such enthusiasm you could be fooled into thinking she cared. Ari smirked over at her and rolled her eyes at Staci’s sheepish shrug. Staci hated making anyone feel bad and the perspiration rolling down Mr. Dillon’s face that told them he knew he was failing miserably at keeping them entertained, and was beginning to feel the pressure, was not something Staci could just sit back and watch.

Mr. Dillon smiled gratefully. “Correct. Do you want to come up, Staci, and choose a word?”



Ari grinned at her. See, that’s what happens when you’re nice.

Staci narrowed her eyes on her as she swept by her table. “Meanie,” she murmured loud enough to make Ari snort.

Fifteen minutes later the class grew more fervent in their irritation as they struggled to figure out Staci’s word. Finally Mr. Dillon sighed. “I’m afraid the hangman is definitely… dead. You’ll have to tell us your word, Staci.”



Her dark eyes were wide with disbelief. “You guys are terrible at this game.”



“Aw come on, Staci!” Nick beat his fist against the table, his voice climbing to a whine. “Just tell us.”