young-adult-fiction

He had something in him, how he walked, how he carried himself with that carelessness, he wasn__ my type entirely, if I ever had a type of guy before him.

I have this idea stuck in my head that you have to be born beautiful in order to dream beautiful things. God didn't write beautiful on my heart. I'm stuck with all my bad dreams. Bad dreams for bad boys. I guess that's the way it is for me. Look, there's nothing I can do about it.

At times it's like sadness has planted itself on her face, refusing to leave, an overwhelming sadness, and sometimes I see despair there, too.

Well, it__ probably a good thing Anubis didn__ kiss me. I would have died all over again.

Flanked by his personal guardsmen, Emperor Gevalen walked toward me, never letting go of me with his eyes. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

I can__ decide if Burt and Crazel are made for each other or if their joint mentalism could cause a tsunami.__ea _ Book 2 __aving it

You look like a hot tamale.___hat__ not really a compliment.

No, Kramisha, he's not black. He's a killer bird with evil for his Daddy.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother__ body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim__ face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it.

Words aren't good enough for a lot of things, but we have to try.

My station has barely recovered from the massacre, and we have not held my formal coronation, not to mention the fact I am only eighteen years of age and have no parent present. How on earth do people expect me to find a husband in all of this nonsense?

I was too proud to show him how hurt I was.

District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.

Angelica rolled the wedding band between her finger and thumb. "It's terrifying, to be on the verge of finally getting what you want.

I'm too old to be ignorant as I am." --Twelve-year-old Gabriella to the general, who does not want her to know about Emmett Till and the world's brutality.

Only where children gatheris there any real chance of fun.

Imagine," she said, after registering, "a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it'll be sexy." "You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!