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J. Rose Black
“He grimaced and went after her. “I’m not a trainer. Just spent a lot of time working out.” 

“Misspent youth, clearly.” She held the door open, standing just outside. 

“My application to princess school was rejected.” Callan exited the building and fell into step alongside her. “Working out was how I coped.”

Sunlight peeked out from behind striped clouds and lit the early-morning sky. Autumn weather chilled the perspiration on his skin. 

“Such a shame.” Meridian glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“What is?” 

“That you didn’t go to princess school. Could have learned some manners.” Her blue-green eyes sparked in the sunlight. And her mouth . . . Her lips set in some smart-looking, lopsided grin, with a small dimple. 

I should definitely kiss that look off her face.

“Overrated. Inefficient. And I look terrible in a tiara.”
J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

Anna Sewell
“Good Luck is rather particular who she drives with, and mostly prefers those who have got common sense and a good heart; at least that is my experience.”
Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

Angie Thomas
“How he could sell the very stuff that took his momma from him? Did he realize that he was taking somebody else’s momma from them?”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

Paullina Simons
“He is lying on dirty straw. He has been beaten so many times, his body is one bloodied bruise; he is filthy, he is hideous, he is a sinner and he is utterly unloved. At any moment, at any instant, he will be put on a train in his shackles and taken through Cerberus's mouth to Hades for the rest of his wretched life. And it is at that precise moment that the light shines from the door of his dark cell #7, and in front of him Tatiana stands, tiny, determined, disbelieving, having returned for him. Having abandoned the infant boy who needs her most to go find the broken beast who needs her most. She stands mutely in front of him and doesn't see the blood, doesn't see the filth, sees only the man, and then he knows; he is not cast out. He is loved.”
Paullina Simons, The Summer Garden

Ellen J. Lewinberg
“Water was quiet for a bit before it said, “I want to tell you about you and me and how we are connected. I’m part of you and you are part of me. I am part of the trees, the plants, and the rocks. I am part of everything!”
Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

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