“Never go into the deep parts of the forest, for there are many dangers there, both dark and bright, and they will ensnare your soul.”
Portobello Road had always been Michael’s favorite street to explore. The shops were on the lowest floor of the townhomes that lined the streets. The owners lived on the upper floors, and the fronts were painted in a rainbow of pastel colors. Sky-blue and sunny-yellow houses next to mint-green ones. A rosy-pink home might be next to a coral-orange house.–More Than Marmalade by Rosanne Tolin
Tori had packed her Scrabble game and her journal where she kept her word collection. She was going to be a poet when she grew up. That’s why she got excited over words like juniper, applesauce, and dribble.–Piper Reed, Navy Brat by Kimberly Willis Holt
The sky darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings; a great chattering and laughing; and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.–The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
“Let your boys test their wings. They may not be eagles, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t soar free.”
–Byways Book 1: On Your Marks by C. J. Milbrandt
Susannah crumpled at Barnaby’s feet and clutched his knee.
“I know I always give you a hard time and have pretty much been the worst sister ever, but you know I love you, right?”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
–Barnaby Brown and the Glass Sea by E. B. Dawson
One of Hunter’s favorite hobbies is stealing my phone and changing my text alerts to annoying songs. Somehow he always manages to find a song that’s more annoying than the last.
–My Life as a Potato by Arianne Costner
“Please let this work,” she prayed, as she did with every trial. About a year ago, she’d realized that God didn’t seem to be listening to her, but that didn’t matter. She’d keep praying until he did.
–This Pain Inside by Hannah Heath
Truth or lie… he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth.
–The Petrified Flesh by Cornelia Funke
Jonathan twirled the combination to his locker, his stomach in knots. He still didn’t feel ready to be a spy. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even feel ready to read a spy novel. And yet, he was seconds away from receiving his first mission.