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“I’m a lady and these are my lady bites.” “Mouth closed, please. No one needs to witness your mastication process,” said Tess’s father,”
― Laura Ruby, The Shadow Cipher

“older movie they’d seen many times about a guy who finds out his life is not really a life, but some sort of computer-generated virtual reality, and he has to save the world from the tyranny of the machines.”
― Laura Ruby, The Shadow Cipher

“the church had three burial sites—the churchyard at Wall Street and Broadway, the Trinity Church”
― Laura Ruby, The Shadow Cipher

“things like toothpastes from around the world and a shoe once thrown at the head of a former president of the United States.”
― Laura Ruby, The Clockwork Ghost

“Beekit and Beetlekit”
― Erin Hunter, Darkness Within

“It’s totally your choice.” He tried to answer but the best he could do was “Amp-li-dope.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t understand what you’re saying.” “Amp-li-dope!” he pleaded. “I still can’t understand, but I’m guessing it’s probably antidote,” she answered. “That would be the wise choice.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“Three thousand, five hundred pounds?” Kat gasped when she saw the price tag.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“Just as most tourists thought its giant clock tower was named Big Ben when that was actually the name of the bell inside it.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“FAVES: Not spiders! They terrify him. He once extracted a key hidden in a tank filled with snakes without breaking a sweat only to return to the hotel, where he saw a harmless house spider and almost fainted.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“Of course, he could shoot lasers out of his eyes and his butt, just like Little Bunny Boom-Boom.”
― Michael Fry, How to Be a Supervillain: Born to Be Good

“And don’t forget to forget to floss.”
― Michael Fry, How to Be a Supervillain: Born to Be Good

“It’s the Smear! He’s here! Never fear! He’s holding root beer!”
― Michael Fry, How to Be a Supervillain: Born to Be Good

“Who’s Sir Roger Bannister?” asked Sydney. “A prominent neurologist who also happened to be the first person to run a mile in less than four minutes,” Monty answered.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“I’m Tru. I can do whatever I please. It’s under the name Harrison Marcus.” He smiled. “You don’t much look like a ‘Harrison Marcus.’ ” “Says the man named ‘Mother.”
― James Ponti, Golden Gate

“One down,” Snowfur puffed. “More to go.”
― Erin Hunter, Bluestar's Prophecy

“If they get across the tree-bridge without one of them falling in, I’ll eat my fur!”
― Erin Hunter, Bramblestar's Storm

“Can you guide Jayfeather?” he asked her. “Sure.” “I can guide myself, thanks,” Jayfeather cut in with a snort. “No, you can’t.” Bramblestar stood over the scrawny medicine cat. “Jayfeather, there may be a time when it helps for you to be an uncooperative furball, but this isn’t it. The whole forest has changed because of the wind. There are fallen trees, branches scattered everywhere . . . Just let Dovewing help you, and put up with it.” Jayfeather sighed. “Yes, O great Clan leader.”
― Erin Hunter, Bramblestar's Storm

“You’ll be great!” Crookedpaw promised, but Willowpaw was already dashing”
― Erin Hunter, Crookedstar's Promise

“Whitepaw mewed. Leopardstar bit back”
― Erin Hunter, Leopardstar's Honor

“Leaf-bare left us with little prey. But we also know that WindClan, RiverClan, and ThunderClan lost many kits in the freezing weather that came so late this season. ShadowClan did not lose kits. We are hardened to the cold north wind. Our kits are stronger than yours from the moment they are born.” The ShadowClan”
― Erin Hunter, Leopardstar's Honor

“It’s going to need repairing before leaf-bare.” Brackenfur looked up. Squirrelflight followed the old warrior’s gaze and saw holes in the roof of the elders’ den. Sunshine streamed through them, dazzling her. She looked away. “I’ll organize a patrol to fix it,” she promised. Graystripe stuck his head through the entrance. “Are you going to patch up that roof?” “Of course,” Squirrelflight told him. “She’s going to patch it up!” Graystripe called over his shoulder to Millie, who was lying outside in the sunshine. “She’s going to what?” croaked Millie. The old she-cat was growing increasingly deaf. “Patch it up!” Graystripe yowled. “Who with?” Millie sounded confused. “Has she been quarreling again?” Alarm flashed in Squirrelflight’s chest. Did the Clan know about her spat with Bramblestar? They must have noticed she hadn’t slept in his den last night. “The roof!” Rolling his eyes, Graystripe headed outside.”
― Erin Hunter, Squirrelflight's Hope

“but her voice was actually friendly as she replied. “I’m sorry, Pickle, but I always told you I’m a Clan cat. I belong on the moor.” Pickle? Crowfeather thought. What sort of name is that for a cat?”
― Erin Hunter, Crowfeather’s Trial

“What happened?” Sagewhisker demanded. “The rats happened,” Scorchwind growled.”
― Erin Hunter, Yellowfang's Secret

“He’s going to teach you and train you and drill you mercilessly. And you’re going to win those four tournaments.” “I’ll try my best,” he said. “Do or do not,” said Tru. “There is no try.” Paris laughed. “Did you seriously just quote Yoda to me?” “Why not?” Tru smiled. “Jedis and spies have a lot in common, don’t you think?”
― James Ponti, Forbidden City

“Testing comms, one, two, three,” she said into a microphone. “Identify if you can hear me.” “This is Luke,” answered Mother. “Copy Han,” replied another. “Leia is on the move,” answered a third. “Copy Obi-wan,” Tru responded, her pulse quickening. “This operation is hot. We are a go.”
― James Ponti, Forbidden City

“They were black, white, and gray, with black around their eyes and white around their muzzles,” Leafstar replied. “They walk on four legs like we do, but they can stand on their hind paws like a Twoleg. And they can grip things like a Twoleg, with their front and back paws. Their ears are like ours, but they have short, pointed muzzles like a fox.”
― Erin Hunter, Hawkwing's Journey

“His belly cramped with apprehension”
― Erin Hunter, Hawkwing's Journey

“Hawkheart?” Hopkit rolled lazily over. “If Heatherstar says I can’t become a warrior, do you think I could be a medicine cat?” “No.” Hawkheart sat up. “You’re too fidgety.” He gazed across the clearing to where Barkface was making sure that Dawnstripe’s battle wounds had properly healed. “Besides, WindClan doesn’t need another medicine cat.” Hopkit held up his paw. Although the infection had gone, his foot was limp and flat, and he had no feeling in it. “But how can I be a warrior with this?” “You can walk on it, can’t you?” Hawkheart wasn’t giving a drop of sympathy. “I can limp.” Hawkheart snorted. “If you can limp, you can walk. If you can walk, you can hunt.” “What about fighting?” Hopkit persisted. “What if I can’t fight?” “Then you’ll just have to argue your enemies to death.” Hawkheart settled onto his side and half closed his eyes. “You’re great at arguing.” “No, I’m not.” Talltail’s”
― Erin Hunter, Tallstar's Revenge

“Wormcat?” Shrewclaw rasped weakly. “Avenge Brackenwing for me.”
― Erin Hunter, Tallstar's Revenge

“The thought made him suddenly furious. He sat up, grabbed a shoe heel out of the bucket at his feet, and hurled it with all his might. It arrived at the front door just as the door opened. Doon heard a hard thwack and a loud “Ouch!” at the same moment. Then he saw the long, lean, tired-looking face of his father in the doorway.”
― Jeanne DuPrau, The City of Ember