young-adult-fantasy

In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.

By swap news do you mean drink?" "I do, and that excessively.

Duty over fear.

I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.

It's been a pleasure pleasing you.

They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.

The only thing more unpredictable than magic is language.

The key to having good scales is a healthy diet of venison when you__e just a wee dragon lad.

Sometimes Truth cannot be silenced.

The seed of the gift may come, but a seedling that isn't nourished dies quickly.

Life without madness is mediocrity.

The courage to live brings its own rewards.

Words didn__ come. I couldn__ formulate a thought. I was too startled. These three figures lying in the sand in front of me weren__ surfers at all. They weren__ even people. From their facial features and upper torsos, they looked kind of like women, but all three of them had silver-colored skin. They were bald, with strange ridges marking their skulls. None of them seemed to have ears, only holes in the sides of their heads. No nose was visible, not even a bone or nostrils filled that space between their eyes and mouths. Although their mouths seemed to be moving, they were actually breathing through what looked like gills in their necks. And if that wasn__ weird enough, instead of legs, their upper torsos stretched out into long, scale-covered, silver fishtails. If I had to say what these things stranded in front of me, splattered with oil, appeared to be, I__ say mermaids. And no, they didn__ look like they__ start singing songs or granting me wishes. They looked a little bit scary__ut fragile too. Most of all, they looked like they were going to die, and no handsome prince was there to kiss them and keep them from turning into sea foam.

I hate you, Edgar. I hate you with all my heart.

He is only fifteen! Does she really think he is prepared for marriage, especially with his intellectual range of a teacup?

Go find your own hiding spot!_ I hissed. __he seat is not wide enough to hold me and that whale you call a nightgown._ Also, we were better off if whoever was coming caught one of us _ and by one of us, I meant Rose.

I brooded over it. If it had been any other dream, I would have ignored it. But it was one of those dreams. One of those purple dreams. One of those dreams that had an unusual tendency to come true.

Lucille, please make them go away!_ she moaned, her voice muffled. __o you think I am a divine being sent from the celestial realm to guard you from the harsh punishment of rousing from your slumber?_ __s that a yes?_ __ am surrounded by idiots.