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“Night’s darkness cloaked Elske, covering her as the winter snows cover mountains, from peak to foot. Elske moved with the weight of darkness on her shoulders, on her head; and she tasted it in her mouth like the flavorless rills that ran so fast in spring melts.”
― Cynthia Voigt, Elske

“In that moment of educational ennui, a freshman girl says, “I can bring a human brain to school if you want–my father has lots of them.“ (Talk about a full-scale class alert: "She’s going to do WHAT?!”)”
― Robert Fulghum, It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It

“If it had been a color, it might have been green. If it had touched her ears, it might have sounded rhythmic, like the creak of a rocking chair or drone of a bee. If it had a scent, it might have been sweet and drowsy, like fresh pine on the fire.”
― Shannon Hale, Forest Born

“Rin thought of the crossbow bolt. Of the whoosh and sting of wind and fire heat and the man who would have killed her. Of pushing in front of Enna. Of almost dying. Of home and Ma and being farther away than the lands in tales, and maybe never going home. Of standing by a strange tree in a faraway wood with girls who spoke the language of fire. Of a queen of Kel who wanted them dead.”
― Shannon Hale

“Oriel didn’t move. But inside of his head, all was movement, like a river running over rapids, searching for the way through, trying routes around rocks and over shallows, a turbulence of thought more rapid than he could follow. Griff, he knew, would do and say nothing until he heard Oriel’s choice.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“Fear lay down on top of her like a black cloud, trying to get into her mouth through her clenched teeth. There was nothing she could do but wait, and hope that the danger – a danger she couldn’t even lift her head to meet – might not notice the little boat, drifting helpless through the fog.”
― Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune's Wheel

“The question stayed with me every day, through every class, through every Op. I felt its teeth tighten around the back of my neck each time I was dismissed without a second look; it had locked it’s jaws and wouldn’t let me or my conscience go.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“She could still smell the fires that had raged throughout her eighth and ninth years – the smoke of burning books chock-full of ancient, irreplaceable knowledge, the screams of gifted seers and healers as they’d been consumed by the flames, the storefronts and sacred places shattered and desecrated and erased from history.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“The pig was so earnest. So sincere. So very “there.” The pig brought gravity and mythic import to this well-worn fairy tale.”
― Robert Fulghum, Uh-oh: Some Observations from Both Sides of the Refrigerator Door

“I was moved by this new idea of my grandfather, not as a paranoiac gun nut or a secretive philanderer or a man who wasn’t there for his family, but as a wandering knight who risked his life for others, living out of cars and cheap motels, stalking lethal shadows, coming home shy a few bullets and marked with bruises he could never quite explain and nightmares he couldn’t talk about. For his many sacrifices, he received only scorn and suspicion form those he loved.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“They were orphans of war, washed up on that little island in a tide of blood.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“Oozing Street was oddly cheerful, with flower boxes hanging from windowsills and houses painted bright colors; even the slaughterhouse that anchored it was an inviting robin’s-egg blue, and I resisted an odd impulse to go inside and ask for a tour.”
― Ransom Riggs, Library of Souls

“Beyond our grim circle, the underground station looked like the aftermath of a nightclub bombing. Steam from burst pipes shrieked forth in ghostly curtains. Splintered monitors swung broken-necked from the ceiling. A sea of shattered glass spread all the way to the tracks, flashing in the hysterical strobe of red emergency lights like an acre-wide disco ball.”
― Ransom Riggs, Library of Souls

“I didn’t say EAT him!”
― Ransom Riggs, Library of Souls

“These strange-looking people weren’t peculiars. They were nerds. We were very much in the present.”
― Ransom Riggs, Library of Souls

“Elske screamed, too. But when Elske screamed, it was the war cry of the Volkaric that came out of her mouth, a howling like the voice of a wolf. The cry wound around the narrow streets as if they were in the wild and merciless northlands.”
― Cynthia Voigt, Elske

“With the growing corruption of Adarlan and the king’s campaign to hunt them down and execute them, the faeries and Fae fled, seeking shelter in the wild, untouched places of the world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Orien might easily have been a different kind of man, living as he had, Birle thought.”
― Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune's Wheel

“That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.”
― Aldous Huxley, Collected Essays

“In all your life, your only choice,” Aunt Léonie said to her once, “is the path of needles or the path of pins.” Rachelle remembered that, the day that she killed her.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Crimson Bound

“Calwyn stopped in her tracks, and her song faltered on her lips. For the space of a heartbeat she thought she must be dreaming; the steady chantment she’d been singing without pause since dawn jerked almost into silence.”
― Kate Constable, The Singer of All Songs

“Calwyn felt suddenly very solemn and serious. Usually during lessons and lectures she felt only a fierce desire to be elsewhere or an irresistible urge to fidget, but now she sat as still as a statue, sensing that what Marna was about to tell her was more important, and certainly more interesting, than herb lore or weaving patterns.”
― Kate Constable, The Singer of All Songs

“The day is like a diamond, all beautiful warmth on the outside but without any heat to accompany it.”
― Michelle Zink, Prophecy of the Sisters

“Its emptiness is more than the lack of living, breathing beings. It is the unread pages of the many books that reside on the shelves throughout the room I should hot have thought one could tell when books have gone unread, but after the company of Birchwood's well-loved library it is as if I can hear these books whispering, their pages grasping and reaching for an audience.”
― Michelle Zink, Prophecy of the Sisters

“She held her right hand out to Elske, as if they were two merchants closing on a sale, and she bowed her head to Elske, as if they were two swordsmen ending a match, and she looked Elske in the eye, as if they were Wolfer captains, about to risk their lives in battle.”
― Cynthia Voigt, Elske

“As last days go, mine sucked. The last day I would have chosen — the last day I deserved — would have involved more chocolate.”
― Robin Wasserman, Skinned

“When I was a kid I used to wonder if, just maybe, the world existed only for me. If rooms ceased to exist when I stepped into the hallway and people disappeared once they left me, the rest of their lives imagined solely for my entertainment.”
― Robin Wasserman, Skinned

“Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack and a crunching of glass and steel, a twisted roof crushing me into a gutted floor, ground, I wasn’t surprised.”
― Robin Wasserman, Skinned

“Today I keep thinking of all the people who have left and never returned — my brothers, Khan Tegus, our guards, this entire city. What a strange, dark world that swallows people whole.”
― Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days

“The blackness that smothers me is total, and in the moment before everything falls away, I know what it feels like to be dead.”
― Michelle Zink, Prophecy of the Sisters