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“It's true that when you read YA you rarely have to read about middle-aged men having affairs. Personally I consider that a plus.”
― Erin Bow

“Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read YA: we’re never done coming of age.”
― Betsy Cornwell

“Remember, there were dragons long before men came into the world. Why, it was none other than The Great Dragons of Yore who invented the idea of knighthood. Yes, yes, that’s right! Dragons had knights, Kings, princesses and queens long before men crawled out of the muck.”
― Sully Tarnish, The Dragon and the Apprentice: A Humorous Fantasy Adventure

“Ellie said, “Give me the Pad-i, and I’ll type today.â€�

“Pad-i?� I asked.

“Yeah. Like ‘Pad Thai,’� she said.

I asked, “What’s wrong with ‘iPad�?�

“I thought it might be fun to change it. You know, see if it catches on.”
― Cindy Callaghan, Lost in London

“He used his free hand to grab a hold of my chin and lift my
face to his. His eyes were locked onto mine as though he had
discovered the most important thing in his life. Me. “I don’t
want to give you up,� he said before pressing his lips to mine.
At first, I hesitated. I wanted this. I wanted him. But I knew
I needed to keep my thoughts clear. Well, that and I was still
fearful of allowing things between us to become much of
anything more because the idea of giving him so much of
myself was unsettling.
I was still figuring out who I was and what I was meant to
do with my life.
I couldn’t be sure where I would be in two years.
Even a week from now was hard to imagine.
I would’ve loved to believe he would still be by my side, but
life was everchanging and nothing was ever promised to us. I
couldn’t stand the idea of letting him in, only to have to learn
to live without him should things go wrong. The truth of it all
was that I’d been on my own for so long, I had forgotten what
it was like to let someone else into your world, and the idea of
closing that door again? I couldn’t do it.
“This should be the last thing you want,� I said.
“And yet, it’s the only thing I want.�
“Perhaps I’m not the only one capable of making terrible
decisions then.� Drake pressed his lips to mine again, and this
time, I welcomed his mouth against mine. There was an
urgency in the kiss, though he made sure to keep it soft and
gentle. There was no denying the fear in his movements.
And that worried me. What had he intended to do that he
was so scared?”
― Nicole Sobon, Thanks for the Venom

“Foolish little Crow, you’ve unleashed the darkness onto these Golden Lands.â€� His laughter shoved me from the hall. “They eat at my table, and tonight we will feast on the spoils of a Crow.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“The bells didn’t stop chiming. The Fae had come for their sacrifice. And they always got their Crow, no matter how many of us died beforehand.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“To Solas, seven years only went by slowly for the Crow. For him, in every blink of his eye, he was back and Taking another soul, like the devil he knew he was, the devil he had to be. Too much rested on how monstrous he could be, how utterly vile and terrifying he could become. He had nothing but time to perfect his song and dance. That was his curse, after all…to have life everlasting.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“In a place that never changed, nothing ever felt the same. Death did that to places where it strangled their children more often than not. It had hung its hat in Whitwick many years before and waited, comfortable in the respite we rarely gave it. It was always there, always plotting, and was always sated in the end. You couldn’t starve Death. He ate his fill no matter how hard you prayed or bargained. Our demise went cheek by jowl with the coming of the Fae. It always had and always would. The mortal realm’s fate was to pay tithe to Gods who never cared much for mankind. Our God had left so long ago that none of us could remember His name. I didn’t blame Him. Most of us didn’t. We’d have left this hellhole if given half the chance, too.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“Whitwick Gates was nothing more than a skeleton of what it once had been. Its bones were stripped of flesh long ago by battles fought and lost, and the dead long buried and forgotten. It was a war that never ended but was fed often enough for it to quiet and allow the town to rebuild once again.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow