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  • #1
    Sophie Kinsella
    “But nothing changes if nothing changes. I saw that slogan on a T-shirt the other day, and it really resonated. I've changed. My horizons have shifted, And if I want to keep growing and changing, I need to challenge myself.”
    Sophie Kinsella, Surprise Me

  • #2
    Donald Miller
    “When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.”
    Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

  • #3
    Rick Riordan
    “AWWW, YOU two are so cute together it makes me sick. So I’m going back to my own room.”
    I’m not sure Mallory and Halfborn even heard me when I left, they were lip-locking so hard. Seeing them like that almost made me miss Magnus. Almost.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #6
    Jessica Day George
    “Galen stowed the goblets behind a curtain and walked up to twitch the hem of Rose’s shawl. She gasped and looked around.
    “Hello,” Galen said in a low voice. “Would you like to dance?”
    “So you’re Pansy’s good spirit?”
    “I am.”
    “Your voice sounds familiar.” Her eyes sparkled. “Could you pretend to snore, so that I could make sure?”
    Jessica Day George, Princess of the Midnight Ball

  • #7
    Julie C. Dao
    “People in my town would laugh at the idea of calling books and music work. . . . How is it some men break their backs farming a dead land, whereas others sit in comfort and ruminate on stars and poetry?”
    Julie C. Dao, Forest of a Thousand Lanterns

  • #9
    Richelle Mead
    “You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.”
    Richelle Mead, Frostbite

  • #11
    Rick Riordan
    “My Einherjar have a saying: Some days you are the ax, some days you are the decapitated head. I like it so much, I’m having T-shirts made for the Hotel Valhalla gift shop.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #14
    Rick Riordan
    “I’d never been happier to feel Yggdrasil’s bark beneath my fingers. I scurried up the trunk, scrambled through the branches, and finally found an opening to another world. I didn’t know which one it was until I tumbled out onto floor nineteen, right at Halfborn’s feet.
    “Mallory!” he yelled. “I’ve been looking all over for you, woman! You are the most reckless, foolhardy einherji—”
    I got to my feet and glared at him. Then I hurled myself into his arms. “Oh yeah?” I murmured against his bare chest. “Well . . . takes one to know one.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #15
    Rick Riordan
    “The goddess of death visited me in a dream. “A job well done, son of Tyr,” she said. “Your mother is safe. I may even grant you permission to visit her from time to time.”
    Warring emotions bubbled up in my gut then—anger at how my mother had been treated, and elation that one day I might get to see her again. Elation won out.
    “I look forward to that,” I said. “And I’m glad your dog is back home, even though he’s destined to kill my dad. But right now, do me a favor.” I rolled over and pulled up the covers. “Go to Helheim.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #17
    Rick Riordan
    “Thankfully, a messenger raven swooped into the pavilion just then to summon me to the thane meeting.
    “At last,” I muttered as I headed to the Thing Room. “A moment of sanity.”
    I opened the conference room door to find my trusted advisors twirling in their plush leather chairs.
    “Whoever spins the longest without getting sick wins!” one of the Eriks yelled.
    “Thanes!” I roared. “Come to order!”
    My advisors quickly pulled their chairs to the table (except for Snorri Sturluson, who staggered to the nearest trash bin and threw up).”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will,” Jem said. “For all these years I have tried to give you what you could not give yourself.”

    Will’s hands tightened on Jem’s, which were as thin as a bundle of twigs. “And what is that?”

    “Faith,” said Jem. “That you were better than you thought you were. Forgiveness, that you need not always punish yourself. I always loved you, Will, whatever you did. And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done with beating.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #20
    Rick Riordan
    “My heart leaped with excitement. Odin was sending me to fight the jotuns in Jotunheim! I jumped up and summoned my spear of light. It blazed with anticipation. “I won’t let you down, sir! I’ll take care of those giants and their wretched sorcery!”
    “Ah. No.” Odin handed me a Valkyrie Vision body cam. “I need you to take a new photo of the egg. So I can see if it is beginning to hatch.”
    My spear dimmed. “Oh.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “It’s an important job. Likely fraught with danger.”
    “Oh, sure,” I agreed. “Snapping a pic of an egg in a nest would be . . . obviously. I’ll be on my way, then.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #22
    Lisa Kleypas
    “I'm not short," Daisy muttered. "Short women are never mysterious, or elegant, or pursued by handsome men. And they're always treated like children. I refuse to be short.”
    Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night

  • #26
    Rick Riordan
    “I still think I rocked that blue tux,” I told her as we bagged my purchases.
    “Oh, Amir.” She smiled sweetly and leaned in close, making my heart thump. “If you ever wear that again,” she whispered, “I’ll skin you alive.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #27
    Rick Riordan
    “You are aware that my hellhound, Garm, will devour your father, Tyr, when Ragnarok is unleashed?”
    I nodded.
    “As Tyr’s spawn, you have his blood in your veins.”
    I nodded again, wondering where this was going.
    “Well. Garm has run off,” she told me. “You, son of Tyr, are the only one who can find him. Or rather”—she treated me to a ghastly smile—“he will find you.”
    “I don’t follow.”
    “Why, it’s very simple. My hellhound will smell the blood of Tyr and come running.”
    I clutched my rifle more tightly. “So basically, you’re using me as bait.”
    “More like a moving target,” Hel amended.
    “Why me?” I dared to ask. “Why not just, I don’t know, poof Garm back to his cave yourself? Or send your demons to retrieve him?”
    “Garm can be . . . elusive,” she said evasively. “He’s run off before, and past attempts to bring him home with magic and demons have failed.”
    I was going to suggest she use a hellhound whistle, but I thought better of it. “If you don’t mind my asking, why not just let him stay lost?”
    Hel’s expression darkened. “And risk word getting out that my dog is beyond my control? No. There is only one solution. You must lure him back to his cave.”
    I scowled. “Let me guess. If I refuse, you torture my mother. If I tell anyone Garm didn’t come when you called, you torture my mother.”
    “Oh yes. And Thomas . . . T.J. . . . if you think killing Garm will stop the hound from killing your father, think again. You cannot stop destiny. Now, away you go!”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #28
    Rick Riordan
    “The desolate rocky terrain, the bone-chilling dampness, the low moaning carried by the wind—they seemed too real to be just a dream. Real, and frightening. Somehow I had entered another world. I’d heard that eating pizza before bedtime can cause nightmares, but I didn’t think it could transport a person.”
    Rick Riordan

  • #29
    Rick Riordan
    “A video screen descended from the spear-enhanced ceiling and locked into place. He pushed another button. Images of wolves, giants, gods, and weapons flashed across the screen. Then a title: The Signs of Ragnarok: Doomed if You Know Them, Doomed if You Don’t.
    I groaned inwardly. I’d sat through Odin’s instructional video when I first became a Valkyrie. I saw it a second time after I helped re-shackle the dreaded killer Fenris Wolf on Lyngvi, the Isle of Heather. Then once more after I’d inadvertently aided my father Loki, a vile trickster, to escape his imprisonment. And after Loki was recaptured? Yep—got to see it again.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #30
    Rick Riordan
    “Amir? Blitzen? Anybody?” a voice asked. “Jeez, I could rob this place blind and no one would know it.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #31
    Rick Riordan
    “She suddenly froze and stared past me in shock. Tremors shook the ground. Had the troll awakened? I spun and thrust Inge behind me.
    Then I relaxed. The troll was still lying where I’d left him. The tremors were from a different, but equally disturbing source: Thor.
    “Hello, Mr. Elf, Ms. Hulder!” he called as he jogged by.
    Hi, Thor, I signed. Nice shorts.
    Thor stopped and pointed at his earbuds. “Sorry, I’m listening to rock! Maybe you should use the bullhorn.”
    Or I could just sign louder.
    “Add in bicep curls for a full-body workout?” Thor hefted his hammer, Mjolnir. “A worthwhile suggestion, Mr. Elf! Well, good-bye!”
    Thor thundered off.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #32
    Rick Riordan
    “READY FOR the next one?”
    I lip-read T.J.’s question and nodded. He slid a flash card with a handwritten swear word on it across the table, then watched me with gleeful anticipation.
    Smiling faintly, I opened my mind and focused on the dagaz runestone in my hand. Magic flowed through me like water through a pebbled stream. The stone warmed, and I signed the swear. I felt sound vibrations in the air, then T.J. fell back onto his bed, shaking with laughter.
    I gave him a look and signed three words: Pull yourself together.
    “Right. Sorry.” T.J. grinned. “It’s just . . . hearing cuss words come out of thin air like that cracks me up every time.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #33
    Rick Riordan
    “Blitzen!” Junior suddenly appeared. He crutched toward me with his rocket-powered walker and a lot of friends. “Get him, boys!”
    “Ha! Eat light, Junior!” I unleashed the power of the mini bed.
    Sadly, instead of a turn-you-to-stone laser beam, a weak glow enveloped Junior like a soft blanket. The charge had run out. A thin crust formed around him. It was nowhere near as dramatic as instant petrification, but it was startling enough to make the other dwarves pause.
    And that made me think about how I looked to them. A dwarf who handcrafts a weapon that I know what it’s like to be petrified. It stinks. So I had every intention of cutting Alviss free on his next pass-by and then dipping him in the river to restore him. But before I could, the stalactite attached to the rope broke. Alviss’s momentum carried him over the cliff edge. He landed with a splash in the water below.
    “Oops.” I peered down, then waved my hand dismissively. “Ah, he’ll be fine.”
    “Blitzen!” Junior suddenly appeared. He crutched toward me with his rocket-powered walker and a lot of friends. “Get him, boys!”
    “Ha! Eat light, Junior!” I unleashed the power of the mini bed.
    Sadly, instead of a turn-you-to-stone laser beam, a weak glow enveloped Junior like a soft blanket. The charge had run out. A thin crust formed around him. It was nowhere near as dramatic as instant petrification, but it was startling enough to make the other dwarves pause.
    And that made me think about how I looked to them. A dwarf who handcrafts a weapon that petrifies other dwarves? Not cool.
    “Listen!” I yelled. “My argument is with Junior, not you. When he decrustifies, tell him I want to talk.”
    I put the mini bed on the ground and showed them my empty hands while slowly backing away.
    It would have been a very powerful moment if I hadn’t backed off the cliff into the river. As I thrashed through the churning water toward shore, three things occurred to me. One, Junior would never, ever forgive me. Two, my cashmere hoodie was ruined. And three . . . Mimir owed me a lot more than a quarter.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #34
    Rick Riordan
    “Sam stood in the middle of the store. With a spear of brilliant light in hand and wearing a suit of chain mail with a helmet over her green hijab, she looked drop-dead dangerous. If our religion didn’t forbid it, I would have kissed her.
    “Let him go.” Sam’s voice radiated Valkyrie power. “Amir belongs to me.”
    My heart swelled with pride. I felt like we could take on the whole world together, and—
    “Not anymore,” Stan snarled. “As long as he wears the nábrók, he is bound to me.”
    Oh.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #35
    Rick Riordan
    “I mounted the house’s front steps and banged on the door with the thorn club.
    Someone inside must have seen everything. The door opened, Inge was shoved out, and then it slammed shut again. Inge leaped into my arms.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #36
    Renée Ahdieh
    “I’ve never been angry to have been born a woman. There have been times I’ve been angry at how the world treats us, but I see being a woman as a challenge I must fight. Like being born under a stormy sky. Some people are lucky enough to be born on a bright summer’s day. Maybe we were born under clouds. No wind. No rain. Just a mountain of clouds we must climb each morning so that we may see the sun.”
    Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

  • #37
    Rick Riordan
    “Amir, you look hideous.” My fiancée, Samirah al-Abbas, stared at my outfit in horrified disbelief.
    “Really?” I looked down at myself. “But it’s a tux!”
    “A baby-blue tux!”
    “With a matching ruffled shirt and floppy bow tie,” I said defensively. “My uncle loaned it to me. I think it’ll impress your grandparents, don’t you?”
    “It’s Jid and Bibi’s fiftieth wedding anniversary!” Sam sputtered. “You can’t wear—”
    “Samirah.” My father emerged from the kitchen. “He is pulling your leg.”
    Sam’s reddish-brown eyes blazed dangerously, and I suddenly realized that playing a practical joke on a Valkyrie might not be the best idea I ever had.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #38
    Rick Riordan
    “What tipped you off—about Stan, I mean?” I asked.
    “Couple of things,” Alex replied. “He referred to Blitzen as the dwarf and claimed you hadn’t been in. Knowing how terrified you are of Sam—”
    “I am not!”
    “—I thought it was unlikely you’d skipped the shopping spree. So, I tested his story and called your phone. When I heard my ringtone, I knew he was lying about you being here. But the biggest clue? He refused to sell me anything. I mean, come on.” He gestured to his pink cashmere sweater vest and tight lime-green pants. “A real clothing salesman would have seen dollar signs the minute I walked into the store.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #39
    Rick Riordan
    “I scooped up the coins from the floor. “I’m taking these for the Chase Space,” I told Alex, referring to our friend Magnus’s shelter for homeless children. “Anonymous donation for the kiddos.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #40
    Rick Riordan
    “I kicked a rib cage off my foot and swaggered around the tree as if I owned the place. “Hey there!”
    Startled, Nidhogg stopped in mid-mutter. He stared at me, his huge yellow eyes blinking in confusion. Then, nostrils flaring dangerously, he let out a bellow that doubled as an impressive display of razor-sharp fangs.
    My heart faltered, but I swallowed my fear and pressed on.
    “Is that supposed to intimidate me?” I made a big show of rolling my eyes. “I’ve heard louder roars from Thor’s butt.”
    Nidhogg flinched as if I’d whacked him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper. “That wasn’t very nice.” He sounded so hurt I almost felt sorry for him.
    Instead, I snorted with derision. “Buddy, I insult everyone.” I waved my daggers. “See these? They’re sharp, but not as sharp as my tongue.” Or your fangs, I added to myself as the dragon loomed in closer to inspect my blades.
    “Wow. Those are pointy.” Nidhogg looked genuinely impressed. “Are your insults really sharper than that?”
    “Mister, that question is so dumb it makes me think your brain is like Odin’s left eye socket—completely empty.”
    Nidhogg winced. “Wow. That really, really hurt. But you’re right, of course.” He tapped a daggerlike claw against his skull. “My brain is empty. Of insults, anyway.”
    That was my opening. I sheathed my daggers and cocked my head to one side as if considering something. “You know, I have some powerful one-liners that never fail to infuriate. I’d be willing to share a few, but what’s in it for me?”
    Nidhogg scratched his belly. “Well, for starters, I won’t eat you,” he offered.
    “Hmm. Tell you what. Let me climb up Yggdrasil when we’re done, and you’ve got a deal.”
    Nidhogg stuck out a claw. I thought he was going to slice me to ribbons, but then I realized he wanted to shake on it. I did so, very carefully.
    “Okay,” I said.”
    Rick Riordan, 9 From the Nine Worlds

  • #41
    Renée Ahdieh
    “I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.”
    Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

  • #42
    Rick Riordan
    “A movement in Hotel Valhalla’s garden caught my eye. I looked closer. And immediately wished I hadn’t.
    Legs spraddled and wearing nothing but a pair of leather short-shorts, Thor was bending, twisting, and squat-farting. Strapped to his ankle was a device shaped like a valknut, a design of three interlocking triangles.
    “What in the name of me is my son doing?” I asked in bewilderment.
    “Who, Thor?” Heimdall looked over his shoulder. “He’s warming up for a jog through the Nine Worlds.”
    “A jog. Through the Nine Worlds,” I repeated.
    “Yep. If he logs ten million steps on his FitnessKnut—that thing around his ankle—he earns a cameo appearance on a Midgard television show. That’s why I had his goats. He said they’d slow him down.”
    “That’s ridiculous!”
    “Not really. Those goats aren’t exactly speedy. Unless they’re plummeting, that is.”
    “Not what I meant. . . . Never mind.” I cupped my hands around my mouth. “Thor! Thor!”
    Heimdall tapped his ears. “He’s listening to rock.”
    “Rock ’n’ roll?”
    “No, just rock. Boulders, gravel, stones.”
    Rick Riordan



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