He found his aunt in the kitchen, and he grabbed her by the waist of her pants
Goats and oxen, pulling carts in from the field, left their big, smelly plops all over. these got cleaned up eventually-someone came and scraped them into buckets and took them away-but often this did...
Like a pack of wolves across the planet, and people were afraid for the survival of the human race.
City was lost in darkness now, and anyone left there was lost, too.
Blotches of blood looked more like a soupspoon than an R. Several people told him angrily to be quiet.
You should THINK about what's the right thing to do. Not just take someone's word for it -Grover
Why did people always blame kids for things like this? As far as Grover could tell, grown-ups caused a lot more trouble in the world than kids.
What are those?
Two of the guards looked up at us and lost their balance and fell into the water. They grabbed hold of the loaded boats, which made the boats tip and dump their load into the river. The other guards a...
They wore old-fashioned outfits and had sour looks on their faces, as if they were annoyed with the photographer for making them sit still so long.
The rhythm of his steps said, Happy to be here, happy to be here. Rays of sunlight shot between the clouds, making spots of light like polka dots on the ground.
The people of Ember were just as grubby as the people of Sparks; everyone looked more or less the same.
The main thing is to 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.
Sure, he said. He started moving the bits around. Lets see. This looks like it must say . . . and so then this would go here . . . and this . . . He paused and looked up at her. Haven't we done this...
Goats and oxen, pulling carts in from the fields, left their big, smelly plops all over.
Crystal didn’t like delays. She was a fast-moving, efficient person, and when her way was blocked, she became very tense and spoke with her lips in two hard lines.
But how could you? said Lina. When people have been mean to you, why would you want to be good to them?You wouldn't want to, Maddy said. That's what makes it hard. You do it anyway. Being good is hard...
A bird feeder hung from the porch roof, but there were no seeds in it. The curtains in all the windows were closed.
Pressed up against the rear wall, half hidden by shirts and dresses dangling from hangers, was a tall, thin girl with wide, terrified eyes. Her hands were wrapped around the muzzle of a small, wildly...
Down the stone steps to the windswept beach, her raven tresses flowing out behind her. She scanned the empty sands, and when she saw no sign of Blaine, a great cry of anguish escaped her lips. She cou...