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“The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless.”

Book:The Scorpio Races

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The Scorpio Races

This story follows a young protagonist who participates in the annual Scorpio Races, a perilous tradition that tests the bravery and skill of the islanders. The races involve riders on horseback facing off against the powerful and unpredictable scorpios, resulting in a gripping narrative filled with suspense and adventure. more

Author

Maggie Stiefvater

Maggie Stiefvater is an American author known for her young adult novels. Her most famous works include 'The Scorpio Races' and 'The Raven Cycle'. Stiefvater's writing is celebrated for its unique narrative style and deep portrayal of the natural environment. more

“I have always felt that the action most worth watching is not at the center of things but where edges meet. I like shorelines, weather fronts, international borders. There are interesting frictions and incongruities in these places, and often, if you stand at the point of tangency, you can see both sides better than if you were in the middle of either one.”

Ifs Action Felt Sides Interesting Middle Fronts International Edges Weather Borders Both Sides Friction Incongruity Shoreline

Author:Anne Fadiman

“With his sunglasses gone and his scarf hanging down, there was no denying that he had no flesh, he had no skin, he had no eyes and he had no face. All he had was a skull for a head.”

Eye Faces Gone Skins Flesh Skulls Sunglasses Scarves

Book:Skulduggery Pleasant:

Source: Skulduggery Pleasant:

“I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.”

Want Soul Spiritual Sun Raises Clouds My Soul Heat Raindrops

Author:Rumi

“Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.”