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  • #1
    Ashby Jones
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Transported into a world whose existence she'd denied. She found herself in a domain of churchlike stillness where life wasn't bound to the trauma of the past but gave way to the present in a wave of hope that could carry her into a tomorrow where guilt, regret and fear gave way to promise.”
    Ashby Jones, The Little Bird

  • #2
    Todor Bombov
    “Just the class division of society creates two different, two parallel worlds/antipodes in this very society. And this means yet two polar models of behavior in the political life of the society—the democracy of the rich class is in fact a dictatorship for the poor one! In other words, the state is not of people and democracy is not for all.”
    Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

  • #3
    “A shaft of moonlight illuminated a row of sentinel silver birch in a phosphorescent glow, appearing almost ethereal in the relative surrounding gloom. Boris had stopped again, his silhouette a stark black juxtaposition against the background of illuminated branches.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #4
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Cynthia said, “How are things going for you with this birth?”
    Michael G. Kramer, Isabella Warrior Queen

  • #5
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #6
    Sara Pascoe
    “It's only in my head, the madness. And there's no way of knowing if all this is going on in everyone else's head too without exposing myself, and I'd rather be insane and on the loose than locked up in a hospital.”
    Sara Pascoe, Weirdo

  • #7
    Max Nowaz
    “Some people say
    Rhyming is but a sin.
    Little sins are fun
    So try, before you bin.”
    Max Nowaz, Timbi's Dream

  • #8
    Daniel Quinn
    “I wonder if you've ever considered how strange it is that the educational and character-shaping structures of our culture expose us but a single time in our lives to the ideas of Socrates, Plato, Euclid, Aristotle, Herodotus, Augustine, Machiavelli, Shakespeare, Descartes, Rousseau, Newton, Racine, Darwin, Kant, Kierkegaard, Tolstoy, Schopenhauer, Goethe, Freud, Marx, Einstein, and dozens of others of the same rank, but expose us annually, monthly, weekly, and even daily to the ideas of persons like Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, and Buddha. Why is it, do you think, that we need quarterly lectures on charity, while a single lecture on the laws of thermodynamics is presumed to last us a lifetime? Why is the meaning of Christmas judged to be so difficult of comprehension that we must hear a dozen explications of it, not once in a lifetime, but every single year, year after year after year?”
    Daniel Quinn, The Story of B

  • #9
    Gary Paulsen
    “a”
    Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
    If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
    As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
    “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the futherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Other Tales of Terror

  • #12
    Dalton Trumbo
    “There ought to be at least as much common sense about living and dying as there is about going to the grocery store and buying a loaf of bread.”
    Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun

  • #13
    Malorie Blackman
    “It was because I was scared. Scared of standing out, scared of being invisible. Scared of seeming too big, scared of being too small.”
    Malorie Blackman, Noughts & Crosses



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