Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Shapeshifters: The Kiesha'ra of the Den of Shadows

The Shapeshifters: The Kiesha'ra of the Den of Shadows

by Amelia Atwater- Rhodes

"I wanted to scream and weep, but a hawk does not cry, especially here on the battlefield in, the midst of the dead and surrounded only by her guards. She does not scream or beat the ground or curse at the sky.

Among my kind, tears were considered a disgrace to the dead and a shame among the living.

Avian reserve. It kept the heart from breaking with each new death. It keep the worriers fighting a war no one could win. It kept me standing when I had nothing to stand for but bloodshed.
I could not cry for my brother, though I wanted to."

"In a society that worships love, freedom, and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present."

"One thing was true in both our cultures: When a woman carrying a child said she was hungry, people listened."

"The sun will rise tomorrow, and life will go on. It will still hurt. You will still miss them. But eventually things will get better."


Monday, December 12, 2011

My Blood Approves

My Blood Approves (My Blood Approves, #1)

by Amanda Hocking

“Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.”

“I don't know why you're making the poor girl play with you," Peter said. "You're going to completely slaughter her."
"Well, I am the greatest Guitar Hero player of all time," Jack said.”

"I'm sorry for everything I said to you the other night. I didn't mean any of it. I was just trying to protect you," Jack said, his voice thick. "I wasn't even mad, and I can frogive you of anything. I always would. I love you. More than anything else in this world or the next."
            The only thing I could see were his blue eyes. They were the only thing I wanted to see. They never wavered, not even when the chain slid off my wrist and he fell over the cliff.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Double Identity

Double Identity

by Margaret Petterson Haddix

"How do you know so much about trees?" I asked.
"I was a double major in college," Joss says. "Religious studies and biology."

I give her a dubious look and Joss laughs.

"I know," Joss says. "Both of my advisers thought I was absolutely crazy."