The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I know he hit you- don't even try to...
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Cassandra Clare
Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her wounds. Hugo?" Luke blinked. Hodge's bird. I think it was his bird, anyway. Maybe it was Valentine's."Hugin, " Luke said softly. "Hugin and Munin were Valentine's pet birds. Their names mean...
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Cassandra Clare
I miss the Stella girls telling me what I am. That I'm sweet and placid and accommodating and loyal and nonthreatening and good to have around. And Mia. I want her to say, "Frankie, you're silly, you're lazy, you're talented, you're passionate, you're restrained, you're...
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Melina Marchetta
I'm a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I can't afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.
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Victoria Aveyard
The funny thing about mundies, " Jace said, to nobody in particular, "is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means." I know what it means, " Clary snapped. No, you don't, you just...
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Cassandra Clare
More Quotes By Kimberly Sabatini
That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.
In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen. What seems to happen becomes its own happening and has to be told that way. The angles of vision are skewed. When a booby trap...
It’s a hard thing to explain to somebody who hasn’t felt it, but the presence of death and danger has a way of bringing you fully awake. It makes things vivid. When you’re afraid, really afraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay...
The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.
