She decided to keep this letter because of the strange way it was written.
Please just let us choose and get it over with.
It was more of a castle than a house. It loomed over them, immense and massive, three stories high.
His vision of the future, already shadowed by anxiety, had just grown several shades darker.
Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army by attacking his own people.
The day had a strange but comforting feel to it, like a rest between the end of one time and the beginning of another.
Signs of craziness, like Hoyt McCoy dancing around naked? Disgusting filthiness, like a smelly outhouse or rat-swarmed garbage?
She looked powerful, Lina thought, even though she was very short.
Unintended consequences, he thought miserably.He was angry at his anger, the way it surged upand took over.
There was only one thing he
In the second row was a boy named Doon Harrow. He sat with his shoulders hunched, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and his hands clasped tightly together. His hair looked rumpled, as if he had...
A person who thought he knew everything simply didn't understand how much there was to know.
This world was huge. There must be another place in it for the people of Ember.
Think about what it would mean to fight, he said. Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. We...
The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself anymore. Anger is.
The main thing to do is pay attention. Pay close attention to everything, notice what no one else notices. Then you'll know what no one else knows, and that's always useful.
She flicked off the TV.
Lina didn't really feel cold but she did feel sad, which was in a way the same.
It’s for my God, the god of dogs, and snakes and dust mites and albino bears and Siamese twins, the god of stars and starships and other dimensions, the god who loves everyone and makes everything mar...
I don’t think there’s such a thing as an easy life. There’s always going to be hard work, and there will always be misfortunes we can’t control lurking out at the edges—storms, sickness, wolves. But t...