Sarah Rees Brennan Famous Quotes & Sayings
100 Sarah Rees Brennan Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
You're dying every minute, but you won't die yet.
Kami glanced over at Angela. Angela lay serenely with her hands folded across her chest and her lashes like black lace against her white cheeks. "You look so sweet when you sleep," Kami said. "Like an emo ten-year-old's first Vampire Bride Barbie. Pull the string on the back and she says cruel things to her hardworking friends.
I-" said Nick, his voice halting. "I don't mind it as much when - when people touch me. Some people."
Mae looked down, and Nick, who looked more relaxed when he'd been stabbed, slowly lifted his hand from his chest and laid it on the tumbled sheets between them, fingers half-curled into his palm. He was still regarding the ceiling with a fixed glare.
"Because you trust them not to hurt you?" Mae asked tentatively.
"No," Nick said, his voice harsh. "Because I'd let them hurt me.
Hello," said the beautiful elven maid. "I was just thinking, and I mean no offence, but - how can any fighting force crowded with the softer sex hope to prevail in battle?"
"Huh?" said Elliot, brilliantly. "The softer what?"
"I refer to men," said the elf girl. "Naturally I was aware the Border guard admitted men, and I support men in their endeavor to prove they are equal to women, but their natures are not warlike, are they?
Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.
You couldn't do it?" Rob Lynburn sneered.
"I know her," Ash said in a low voice.
"I can't ... hurt someone I know.
I tend to get over-excited and very, very loud. I rein myself in when people flinch and dogs start howling.
She had spent so much time worrying that accepting love, becoming part of all the love stories, would trap her in some way, change her into someone weak, someone she did not want to be. But she realized now that she had been narrow - minded, considering a love story as a lesser story, a story that might make her lesser to be part of. She had always thought she needed to be in control, but now she found she did not want to put any limits on herself at all.
A green girl in the woods just kissed me," he announced furiously. "What is wrong with the world?
Doppelgangers:coming for your soul and your leftovers,
We love a lot of vampire fiction - both fiction in which the vampires are enemies to be battled or stone cold foxes to be dated.
She was kind of in love with him.
Hey, Jamie,' said Seb. 'Want a lift?'
'Hey, Seb,' Jamie responded without missing a beat 'Drop dead.
The first touch of his mouth was gentle, light and sweet.
Fun fact, Jared put in, Ash wet the bed until he was five.
Kami spluttered out a laugh against Ash's lips.
I just think demons are terribly interesting! In Sumerian times, demons weren't seen as evil at all, just as incredibly powerful and very different from us: beings made of fire, when humans were made of earth.
And you don't ever have to worry about what I feel. The way I feel about you won't change. You can do whatever you like to me. You could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart. It wouldn't matter. It would not change a thing."
"What if I ate a baby?"
Jared's mouth curved up at the corners, slow and not cruel at all. "I'm sure you'd have a good reason," he said.
I'm a girl, so I've experienced dismissal because I was a girl or because I write about girls: my book with a guy protagonist is treated as more literary and worthy than my other books with girl protagonists.
Your courtship method of arrogance self-loathing, and then telling me how beautiful other girls are is pretty unique," said Kami. "I like it. I don't know what that says about me.
I have changed my mind. You can help cook by standing in a corner and not touching anything. Do it carefully.
-Nick to Jamie
I am so sad about my underwear, Kami announced, and Ash looked as if he regretted all of his life decisions.
Nick spoke for the first time. "Can I go to the nurse's office too?"
Ms. Popplewell looked at him It obviously took her only one look to decide. "No."
"I'm traumatized too," Nick claimed, his voice completely flat.
"He's a delicate flower," Alan said under his breath.
I'd rather live laughing for one year than live without laughing for one hundred.
Your timing is amazing," Kami told him. "By which I mean, I am amazed by it.
Let me tell you about customs, James," said Lillian. "I am not accustomed to being summoned to someone else's home. You're very fortunate that I came."
"I am indeed blessed," Dad told her. "I am also, by the way, called Jon."
Lillian looked faintly surprised. "Are you?"
"Really?" Dad asked. "Really? I was the only Asian guy who went to our school. I kind of stood out. While you are an identical twin, and I still managed to know your name.
She lost her grip and plummeted into the grass, landing on the ground so hard she was jarred all over. Before she could recover, she felt Ash's hands on her, urgent and ungentle, rolling her back and forth on the grass until her nose was as full of the smell of wet grass as of smoke.
She sat up spluttering.
"I'm so sorry, you were on fire," Ash blurted.
"Obviously, I didn't think you were rolling me around on the grass for fun," said Kami. "Um. Or something that sounds less saucy than that, sorry.
If you're calling her a floozy, I'm by way of being a bit of a floozy myself." "Oh, Jared," said Kami, who was well aware of his romantic experience, or total lack thereof. "You are not." "Well, I have floozy ambitions.
The poor lady must have dropped that", she said, and undid the gate stepping out to get it. Jared put his hand on it, "No". Mrs Jeffries stared down at him. "What do you mean ... no?" Jared and Mrs.Jeffries stared back at each other,neither breaking eye contact in a perfect deadlock. Then Jared smiled at her. "I mean", he said with conviction, "it's mine." "It's what?" Jared stood up, pocketing the lipstick. "I know", he responded. "Everyone tells me i'm more of a summer". Mrs.Jeffries continued to stare. Jared continued to speak. "I'm going to go now. Me ... and my lipstick.
I know what other people think about me," Rusty told her. " 'That Rusty,' they say. 'Charming and handsome,' they say first, of course - they're not blind. Then they add, 'All the ambition and drive of a chocolate sundae.'
Would you excuse us for just one moment?" she said to the Lynburn. "My colleague and I need to confer in our office." With that, she hauled Angela into the empty stationery cupboard and shut the door behind them.
In the darkness, Angela asked, "Why am I in a cupboard?
How do you deal with it?" Kami asked Jared. "The laughing at nothing and occasionally stopping dead in your tracks."
"I have a system where when I stop, I lean casually against something," Jared told her. "It makes people think I'm a bad boy. Or possibly that I have a bad back.
Jon Glass had vaulted over the fence and was now approaching a horse chosen by some sort of weird horse-knowledge method, or possibly because it was shiny.
Wow, Angela and Holly," Ash said, sounding awed. "Hot."
"Excuse me, what is wrong with you?" Kami demanded. "Other people's sexuality is not your spectator sport."
Ash paused. "Of course," he said. "But - "
"No!" Kami exclaimed. "No buts. That's my best friend you're talking about. Your first reaction should not be 'Hot.' "
"It's not an insult," Ash protested.
"Oh, okay," Kami said. "In that case, you're going to give me a minute. I'm picturing you and Jared. Naked. Entwined."
There was a pause.
Then Jared said, "He is probably my half brother, you know."
"I don't care," Kami informed him. "All you are to me are sex objects that I choose to imagine bashing together at random. Oh, there you go again, look at that, nothing but Lynburn skin as far as the mind's eye can see. Masculine groans fill the air, husky and..."
"Stop it," Ash said in a faint voice. "That isn't fair.
What on earth is happening? asked a witness to these events (Rusty Montgomery, age 20, who insisted on not remaining anonymous and also wished this paper to record the fact that he is single).
I wish," Jared began, and stopped, breathing in. "Do you remember how you used to believe I wasn't real? Sometimes I wish that was true. If I was just a thought in the back of your mind, then I'd be with you, and I'd be better.
I did not matter what distant iron city had raised him. He had been made by Sorry-in-the-Vale, his bones as much a part of it as the valley and the woods. It was as if she had the whole town spread underneath her. Or the whole world, since right then he was the only part of it that mattered.
Kami'd always retold her fairy tales to make the fair maidens braver and more self-sufficient, but she had never had any real objection to the handsome prince.
The cut in Nick's arm was starting to throb dully with the pressure he was putting on it. He kept looking at Alan. 'How many times have you lied to me?' he asked in a soft voice.
Alan replied, equally softly, 'I've lost count.
Do me a favour and go out and perform one of the activities I hear the youth enjoy this Friday, like defacing public property.
What would you think about us doing the ceremony together?"
"The Crying Pools ceremony?" Kami asked. "The one Lillian said was dangerous?"
"Yeah," Ash said. "I mean, we both know it's a big decision. But it's something to think over. It might make all the difference to the town. Look, do you want to come in?" He stepped a little aside. The night air was pulling frost-tipped fingers through Kami's hair, but she stayed where she was.
"Did Jared say that? That it was a big decision?"
"And we both needed to think it through," Ash said.
"Think it through?" Kami repeated, above the sound of the wind. "Jared? Don't you know him at all? If he sounds reasonable, or sensible, or capable of any sort of rational thought, it means he's lying through his teeth! What did you tell him about the ceremony?"
They stared at each other for a moment of horrified silence. "I told him how to do it,"
Love was the mystery nobody could solve, the fairy tale everyone loved to listen to and not quite believe in.
Nick subjected him to a long, judgmental stare. "There's something very wrong with you," he said at last. "I thought you should know.
Why did you do it?" Ethan asked suddenly. "Why save my life?"
Carwyn looked at me. I had to admit, I was curious to know the answer as well. It didn't seem like the kind of thing a doppelganger would do. "It was a whim. It was that or buy the weird cheese-and-crackers package off the food cart."
I had honestly not expected a doppelganger to be sassy.
I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.
I'd like to be better," Jared said abruptly. "I'd like to be better, to you. I want to make things better for you."
"That would be nice," said Kami. "However, you could not have faced down the sorcerer with me today."
"Why not?" Jared asked, and looked at her under his lashes. "As long as I was with you, and I hadn't run off to do something suicidal on my own. As long as we were together, wouldn't that be better?"
"Usually yes, today no," Kami told him. "Because it was in a ladies' bathroom, and that would be scandalous
Forest deep, silent bells There's a secret no one tells Valley quiet, water still Lynburns watching on the hill Apples red, corn gold Almost everyone grows old
I've been your friend for years with no ulterior motive," Angela reminded her, scowling.
"I don't know that," Kami said. "You could secretly harbor a fevered passion for me. You could have bodaciousasianbeauties bookmarked as one of your favorite sites. This could have been your motive for friendship all along."
Angela rolled her eyes. "I first met you when you were twelve. You were not exactly bodacious at twelve."
"I had hotential," Kami said.
It was the emotional equivalent of being stung in the pride by a jellyfish.
Camilla, Henry, Thomas, you greedy monsters," Dad said. "Not a crumb left for your father? That's it, you're not my children. You're just sad, bald monkeys I won from circus folk in a poker game."
Ten retreated with his prize and went back to lean against Dad's leg. He split the brownie in two and offered half silently up to Dad.
"Well," Dad conceded, "I guess you might be my kid after all.
You're weird," Nick grumbled, but he turned his face back to critically examine the new hand.
"You're weird," Jamie returned. "As soon as this whole magical war is over, I'm going to make us some friendship bracelets, and we will wear them everywhere because we are best friends."
"Drop dead," said Nick, and Jamie looked serenely pleased.
Been chatting much with Jared?"
"We often have special moments where I come into a room and he immediately leaves," Kami said. "I treasure those times.
That Kami Glass, people must say as she went by. About as sexy as a teapot.
Kami: I beg you not to throw down with Angela.
Jared: I know you want us to get on, but-
Kami: She'll beat you down until you cry. I'll be so embarrassed for you.
You make a really compelling argument. Join me or get walled up alive with a corpse? You should be a politician.
Some magicians are rich, some are famous, some are stupidly good-looking.'
Jamie gave Nick a rather complicated look.
Nick raised an eyebrow. 'Some of us manage to be stupidly good-looking on our own.
I want to burn the world because Alan is gone," he said. "I want to destroy everything I see. But you mean something to me. I will not destroy the world, because it has you in it.
Kami linked her arms behind his back, felt the breadth of his shoulders and the reality of skin and muscle and bone, and thought again, Don't let me go.
Sometimes I want to be human for you.
Jared told her he used to be an exotic dancer in San Francisco.'
'My body is a gift from God,' Jared said gravely. 'Except for my hips, which are clearly a gift from the devil.
My current verdict would be: Crazy Eyes. Nice Ass."
"I think I want that on my tombstone.
You know, when you were three years old, you got lost in the woods and we found you with your head in a foxes den. Sometimes I think very little has changed. I mean, you be a bit taller.
Jared kept walking down the hall past rows of dead aristocrats. He was looking for someone. Then he saw her name, ELINOR LYNBURN, in faded gold on black wood. She looked even weirder than the dude in the white wig. She was wearing a cone-shaped headdress with a veil, and she seemed to be bald, which was hard luck on Elinor.
You know my beautiful speech has made you see me in a whole new and even more attractive light. You totally think I'm secretly deep now. And you are right. It is true. I have deeps.
He doesn't have to talk nonsense in a whisper in your ear," Jared said. "As opposed to talking nonsense in a whisper in my brain?" Kami asked.
Honestly, Jared, one thing at a time. Why are you in a well with me? This is a really bad rescue!" [ ... ]
"I called the police as I was running to the well. I'm sure they're coming."
"Did they say they were coming?" Kami asked suspiciously. "Or did you shout, 'Kami's in the well!' before jumping in the well too, thus loosing your phone and making sure the police think it was some kids playing a dumb joke?"
Jared paused. [ ... ]
"Alternate plan," Jared said. "Do you have a very intelligent collie who might communicate through a system of barks to your parents that little Kami is in the well?
Angela was a knockout who would knock you out for saying so.
Ash went in, casting a look that was half amused and half dubious back at her. His stride toward his desk was checked when he walked into the line of Jared's glare.
Ash gave him a chilly glance, then continued to his own desk.
Jared turned his attention to Kami. Do you want to go out with him?
We agreed to try to stay out of stuff like that when we were fourteen years old. You remember when we were fourteen!
I was thinking."
"I see no evidence of that, Jared." Kami said.
Are you telling me that I have magical powers ... because I can't walk through walls? That dosen't seem right.
Don't feel bad, Angela," Kami said. "You know guys, they only want one thing. Repartee. I can't count how many times men have admired my well-turned phrases.
I do not regret anything I have ever done. That is a policy of mine.
Anyone would love him, but I do not know if anyone could love him as much as I do.
Kami concentrated on the scarecrows going by and scribbled: "Write in your notebook to avoid this awkward moment!" Angela
Oh God, Mae," said Jamie in a hollow voice, descending the stairs. "I will never drink again. I'm only seeing in black and white. My arms feel all floppy, like flightless wings. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like a very sad penguin.
Peter," Ashley asked softly, "Do you know what that was?"
"Of course," Peter said, much affronted. "A thimble."
"No," said Ashley, staring, "That was a kiss."
"Didn't it strike you as a little different from other thimbles you've had in the past?"
Peter looked shifty. "Well, yes."
"Ha!"
"It was my first thimble with tongue." Peter told her with dignity.
For a moment, they all stood staring at each other. Then Holly shattered the stillness by throwing herself at Angela. "God, Angie!" she exclaimed, arms locked around her neck. "What Happened?
Words felt so clumsy when she was talking about feelings and not facts.
It's normal to like guys who seem to like you; it's normal to want to be loved."
Kami raised her eyebrows. "I'm sixteen," she said. "I'm not looking for love."
"Oh," said Liz. "Uh, what are you looking for?"
"Cheap thrills, mostly," said Kami.
I'm told I have the body of a god."
"A Greek god, or one of those gods with the horse heads or elephant's legs coming out of their chests?" Alan asked. "Next time someone tells you that, ask them to specify.
And other people hurt you. And you were both angry, and maybe you were both scared, but no matter what dark thoughts you have you didn't hurt her. Someone else hurt her. Don't waste time blaming yourself when you can spend time planning how to destroy our enemies."
"Can we get that last thing embroidered on a cushion, Aunt Lillian?" Jared asked.
This is your life!" Jared shouted.
"That's right!" Kami shouted back at him. "It's my life! I get to decide what to do with it! Don't you dare act like my life means more to you than it does to me!
Someday we're going to live in St. Leonard's and get away from all this."
"Oh, sure," said Alan easily. The chili was simmering and he was leaning beside the sink, arms crossed over his thin chest, watching Nick work. "When I win the lottery. Or when we start selling your body to rich old ladies."
"If we start selling my body to rich old ladies now," Nick said, "can I quit school?"
"No," Alan answered with a sidelong smile, warm as a whispered secret. "You'll be glad you finished school one day. Aristotle said education is bitter, but its fruits are sweet."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Aristotle can bite me.
I call people 'petal' all the time. My postman is very confused by this.
If the truth didn't help anyone, and love didn't last, what was there left to struggle toward?
Turns out he does run," Nick drawled. "Given an incentive. And he wouldn't be so out of breath if he hadn't kept shrieking."
"That was not a shriek," Jamie said with dignity. "It was a husky masculine cry of terror.
Nick observed the flicker of appreciation in her brown eyes. He wasn't particularly surprised. She was just the type to like them tall, dark, and carrying a lethal weapon.
Uh," said Ash from the door, "are you - all right?"
"Fine!" Kami said. She typed out: "With the advent of sperm banks, women realized the sheer uselessness of men, and by the year 2100 they were largely extinct" with extreme force. "Absolutely fine, never better! Why do you ask?"
"Er, because I heard you and Jared had a screaming fight. Also, you are typing like a maddened weasel taped to a keyboard."
Kami stopped typing. "You may have a point.
Don't be silly," she said. "I don't want us to chase people with scissors. And I don't want us to bite them. That's assault. All I want to do is steal their stuff."
There was a pause.
"Comparatively, its legal," Kami said defensively.
"Stealing in the name of justice is okay," Jared put in. "We'd be like Robin Hood. Steal from the rich, punch them in the face. I'm pretty sure that's how the saying goes.
Only those who already had love could afford to dismiss it.
Kami," he said, "you're crying."
"No, I am not," Kami lied. "I got something in my eye."
"You got something in your eye."
"Yes. Possibly a speck of dust," Kami said, and broke down. "All right, possibly my feelings.
Nick scowled out the window. "I have friends in Exeter already. I have-those people, you know, they hang around outside the bike sheds, they're always hassling Jamie."
"Those are some awesome dudes," Jamie muttered. "Don't let them get away.
Oh no, Nick" Jaime said in tones of supremely unconvincing shock, "how could you? When my back was turned for one momement. And my food was so delicious.
There were certain kids at school who could only be described as mad, bad, and dangerous to teach, and Jared Moore was their king.
So far magic school was rubbish.
Would it help if I stood around uselessly not knowing what to say?
I don't have your way with words "Sin said. "So I'm just going to go with a quick response. Ha
While I was looking into Olivia's mad eyes and dreaming, my son left his game and his place by the fire. I didn't even notice as he went toward what I had thought was a bundle of rags. I didn't notice as he turned it over and drew back the blanket, lifted it carefully in his small arms.
I only noticed when he spoke.
"Look, Daddy!"
Then, too late, I turned around. I did not know what I was seeing, but even then I felt a sudden lurch of shock and dread. I felt as if I had looked away at a crucial moment and my child had fallen into the fire and been burned horribly.
I saw my son, my Alan, my darling boy, and in his arms a creature with staring, terrible black eyes. Something that had not stirred or cried out even when Olivia threw it on the floor.
"Daddy," Alan said, glowing. "It's a baby.
Down the well, Angela repeated, and had to go sit down and hold on to her letter opener. It was in the shape of a dagger. Angela said holding it soothed her; seeing Angela hold it did not soothe Kami.
She'd always known he loved her, it had been the one certainty above all others that had never changed, but she had never said the words aloud and she had never meant them quite this way before. She had said it to him, and she hardly knew what she had meant. They were terrifying words, words to encompass a world.
When people talk about being a writer, the first words that come to mind are glamour and artistic parties like Charles Dickens used to mix cocktails for.
Parents are always trying to make you do things for your own good. Not boyfriends. With boyfriends, the relationship is supposed to be equal. They're supposed to let you make your own decisions.
