It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson.
That was obvious.
It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.
Tag: pretend beautiful-creatures kami-garcia
Ridley was like a beautiful snake - you couldn't let her get close without the risk of being bitten.
Kami GarciaTag: love girl siren beautiful-darkness ridley
Fate decides until challenged by the fated
Kami GarciaLet’s be honest, Mr. Ravenwood. You have no place in this town. You are not part of it and clearly, neither is your niece. I don’t think you are in any position to make demands.”
“Mrs. Lincoln, I appreciate your candor, and I will try to be as frank with you as you have been with me. It would be a grave error for you, for anyone in this town, really, to pursue this matter. You see, I have a great deal of means. I’m a bit of a spendthrift, if you will. If you try to prevent my niece from returning to Stonewall Jackson High School, I will be forced to spend some of that money. Who knows, perhaps I’ll bring in a Wal-Mart.”
There was another gasp from the bleachers.
“Is that a threat?”
“Not at all.
Tag: dark-humor threats
Well, you mind you manners and don't raise your voice. You know what your mamma used to say. Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord
Kami GarciaTag: amma eathan-wate
What is that, Shakespeare?"
"Betty Crocker, a fascinating woman.
Tag: macon eathan-wate
I didn't know where they had taken his body, but I understood her impulse to be here. To be with him, even without him.
Kami GarciaTag: macon lena-duchannes eathan-wate
This was the doorway to the heart of the Great Keep. The one place
any son of Lila Jane Evers Wate would instinctively find his way,
whether or not he was a Wayward.
The library.
Tag: beautiful-redemption kami-garcia-and-margaret-stohl
I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't know what any of this is really about.
Why we bother.
Why we're here.
Why we love.
...
There is a point, I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I've felt—it meant something.
Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.
That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on.
Living.
And loving, sappy as it sounds.
I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.
I guess you could say I'm lying.
We both are.
And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma is flying too.
We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.
Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either—with anything. It's not worth it.
You can ask my mom, if it's the right kind of starry night. The kind with two Caster moons and a Northern and a Southern Star.
At least I know I can.
Tag: inspirational beautiful-redemption
I raise my glass to the moon and drink it myself.
Life has never tasted sweeter.
Tag: beautiful-redemption
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