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“Even the most powerful flames can be destroyed by water.”
― Erin Hunter, Bluestar's Prophecy

“Go get something to eat.” He glanced at Featherwhisker. “You may as well go, too, and while you’re at the fresh-kill pile, you can bring me back a morsel to eat. I’ve had a busy morning.” Bluefur glanced around at the clearing. It was scattered with herbs lying amid fallen leaves, and a patch of grass was flattened in one corner where the sun pooled. It was the exact shape of a plump medicine cat. Busy? Huh.”
― Erin Hunter, Bluestar's Prophecy

“She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.”
― Erin Hunter, Mapleshade's Vengeance

“It had stopped raining but the sky was thick with clouds and the wind was growing stronger, scented with more rain to come.”
― Erin Hunter, Mapleshade's Vengeance

“Mapleshade unsheathed her scarlet, broken claws. “Leave me alone,” she rasped, forcing herself to lift her head and glare at her companion. “I don’t need anyone.”
― Erin Hunter, Mapleshade's Vengeance

“Tallkit backed away as their dark brown pelts scuffed the snow. It must be fun to have a littermate to play fight with. If only Finchkit hadn’t died.”
― Erin Hunter, Tallstar's Revenge

“Tallkit shivered. This was only his second sunrise outside the nursery, and his paws pricked with excitement. A light dusting of snow had turned the camp white, frosting the tussocky grass and thick heather walls. The freezing air stung his nose. He fluffed up his fur.”
― Erin Hunter, Tallstar's Revenge

“Two amber eyes watched from the woods. Blinking against the sunshine, Thunder unsheathed his claws. He smelled tom. Tasting the air, he detected the odd scent of frost and stone. This cat wasn’t from around here. He narrowed his eyes, glimpsing the dark shape of a black cat, and growled as the stranger’s gaze flicked toward the sparrow. “Catch your own prey,” he warned. “That was my prey.” The tom padded forward, his paws clumsily scuffing the sandy earth as he stepped from the trees. Thunder’s pelt pricked. “What do you mean?” “I was stalking it when you caught it.” Unease flashed through Thunder. He hadn’t even realized he was being watched. He needed to be more careful on this new territory. But the tom did not seem angry. Thunder suddenly saw how his pelt hung off his skinny frame, and how his shoulders jutted like twigs beneath his fur. He recognized the look of hunger hollowing the cat’s eyes and glanced guiltily at the sparrow. “I didn’t realize.” Should he give up his catch? What about Thistle and Clover? They were hungry too. “Where are you from?”
― Erin Hunter, Warriors: Dawn of the Clans #5: A Forest Divided: A Middle Grade Fantasy Adventure and Prequel About Warrior Cat Origins and Clan Survival for Kids

“She doesn’t seem to notice me. She focuses on Uriah. “I’m just glad I didn’t die while under the simulation,” she says weakly. “You’re not gonna die now,” he says. “Don’t be stupid,” she says. “Uri, listen. I loved her too. I did.” “You loved who?” he says, his voice breaking. “Marlene,” says Lynn. “Yeah, we all loved Marlene,” he says. “No, that’s not what I mean.” She shakes her head. She closes her eyes. Still, it takes a few minutes before her hand goes limp in mine. I guide it across her stomach, and then take her other hand from Uriah and do the same to it. He wipes his eyes”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Look at the Greenbean,” a scratchy voice said; Thomas couldn’t see who it came from. “Gonna break his shuck neck checkin’ out the new digs.” Several boys laughed. “Shut your hole, Gally,” a deeper voice responded.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“I fought side by side with the gods and some other demigod…Harry Cleese, I think.” “Heracles?” Piper suggested politely. “Whatever,” Bacchus said. “Anyway, I”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“The crew of the Argo II assembled at the rail and cut the grappling lines. Piper brought out her new horn of plenty and, on Percy’s direction, willed it to spew Diet Coke, which came out with the strength of a fire hose, dousing the enemy deck. Percy thought it would take hours, but the ship sank remarkably fast, filling with Diet Coke and seawater. “Dionysus,” Percy called, holding up Chrysaor’s golden mask. “Or Bacchus—whatever. You made this victory possible, even if you weren’t here. Your enemies trembled at your name…or your Diet Coke, or something. So, yeah, thank you.” The words were hard to get out, but Percy managed not to gag. “We give this ship to you as tribute. We hope you like it.” “Six million in gold,” Leo muttered. “He’d better like it.”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“Percy smiled. “Is he a fighter? Frank, you’re looking at General Tyson of the Cyclops army. And by the way, Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon.” “Brother!” Tyson crushed Frank in a hug.”
― Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus: Books I-III

“And you shall have a new . . . um . . . what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?” “Stick!” Tyson said, showing his broken club. “Very well,” Zeus said. “We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found.” “Hooray!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“I approached the horse just like they do in the movies. I walked slowly toward it, talking in a calm, soothing voice. It didn’t immediately run off, which I took as a good sign. I gently patted him a couple of times, and suddenly I was sitting on his back. That was easy, I thought.   And then the next thing I knew, BAM! I was down! Ouch! Onto a cactus!”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“My second attempt ended just as quickly as the first, only this time I was thrown into a tree. It wasn’t pretty. The horse smirked at me (I’m positive this time!) and then trotted off. I followed after him. I didn’t want to spend another whole day searching for another horse.   After a while he stopped at a pond to get a drink. I’m sure playing catapult can make a horse very thirsty. Then I had a great idea. I’d climb on while he was busy drinking.”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“This is Buck in a nutshell. He either has no clue what I’m saying, or he has a really warped sense of humor. I’ve tried, and failed at, everything I know to get him to follow directions.  Mostly he just wanders around ignoring me, like I’m not even on his back. But sometimes he does the exact OPPOSITE of what I say. Some examples include: “Whoa!” means “Run!” and “Giddyup!” means “Stop now!” (I may have flown off once or twice).”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“By the time the kits were ready to be apprenticed, the truth about who their father really was would be unable to shake the loyalty of their woodland Clanmates. Even Oakstar would understand, once he valued the kits for themselves rather than any legacy they might carry. And once RiverClan gets to know them, those cats will feel the same!”
― Erin Hunter, Mapleshade's Vengeance

“He misses her Swiss miss. Her Swiss miss misses him.”
― Riley Weber, Tongue Twisters for Kids

“And then I realized something. I’d traded the farmer for emeralds with wheat from his OWN gardens. But then I thought maybe the farmer didn’t want to harvest the wheat himself. Maybe he wanted to pay someone else to do it. The way I see it, he got his wheat harvested, and I got four emeralds. I think that’s what Mom calls a “win-win situation.”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“another villager strolling my way. I tapped him on the shoulder and his speech box showed the trade, 20 fluffy blocks for one emerald. What are fluffy blocks? Cotton? Cotton candy? Wool? And if it’s wool, how would I get some? I hadn’t seen any sheep. And even if I had, how would you sheer sheep in Minecraft? Punch them like a tree? I will NOT punch a sheep!”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“Then I noticed another book with an interesting title: Punching Trees: The Essential Minecraft Materials Resource Handbook. Apparently, it’s very easy to gather wood in Minecraft without a saw. You simply…   PUNCH A TREE?!   Once again, are you kidding me? Was this written by the Chuck Norris of Minecraft or what? I’ll definitely break something, and it won’t be the tree!”
― Minecrafty Family, Trapped in Minecraft!

“Back at the village, I couldn’t find the woolly farmer (it’s kind of hard because they all look the same), so I stacked the blocks up in the library for safe keeping. I hope the villagers don’t want to read any books for a while.”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“It was a chicken. He had flown through the hole in the ceiling, and was flapping down. But he didn’t stop at my floor. He went straight through the hole where the blue block had been. He kept on falling and flapping, all the way down into the treasure room. It looked like my test dummy had found me. He landed gently on the gray square.     Nothing happened. I exhaled with relief.   And then…KABOOM!  Yep, I guess I was right after all. It WAS a booby trap. I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t tried it out myself. But then I felt kind of bad for the chicken. That brave (and bird-brained) chicken had saved my life! I will forever remember that chicken as Buster, my crash-test dummy. (I think “dummy” may be an especially accurate description in this case.)   Sadly, the chests didn’t make it. There was only a giant crater where they used to be. So long riches and possibly cookies. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. *sigh*   Monday   Good News: I have five emeralds. Bad News: I think another librarian doesn’t like me.   Whew! My pack mule days are finally done. Over the past couple of days, I gathered the last ten blocks of wool I needed to trade for a saddle, and dragged them back to the village. Then, one-by-one I grabbed the blocks of wool from the library, and gave them to the farmer. I don’t think the librarian was too pleased with me. She strung together about nine “Hurrrs” while I removed my blocks of wool. I’ve never heard villagers speak so much. In my experience, that’s usually not a good thing. (Think: Mr. Rimoldi.)   Anyway, it was totally worth it. My wooly trade with the farmer went down without a hitch. Tomorrow I get a saddle!”
― Minecrafty Family, Wimpy Steve Book 2: Horsing Around! (An Unofficial Minecraft Diary Book)

“He knew a broken cat when he saw one; this was the end of Bluestar’s leadership, even if he hadn’t managed to take her last lives.”
― Erin Hunter, Tigerclaw's Fury

“his flanks were tucked up with hunger.”
― Erin Hunter, Tigerclaw's Fury

“Good, whispered the voice in Tigerclaw’s mind. These cats must make no decisions on their own, not unless you want them to feel more powerful than you.”
― Erin Hunter, Tigerclaw's Fury

“Tigerclaw flicked his tail. “How who were?”
― Erin Hunter, Tigerclaw's Fury

“broad-faced she-cat stood among the ferns, her tortoiseshell-and-white fur patched and scarred from long-past battles. Her amber eyes gleamed like tiny gold moons; they seemed much brighter than the rest of the she-cat, and Tigerclaw was uncomfortably aware that he could see the leaves and ground on the other side of her.”
― Erin Hunter, Tigerclaw's Fury

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