Her fingers traced the knobby outlines of her kneecaps. She had studied her knees a million times. Mermaids did not have knees. Keeper did. Her knees were right there.
Keeper by Kathi Appelt
Quote of the Day – Keeper

read, write, design, create
Her fingers traced the knobby outlines of her kneecaps. She had studied her knees a million times. Mermaids did not have knees. Keeper did. Her knees were right there.
Keeper by Kathi Appelt
Everyone has a story to tell. Maybe your mind has been craving to tell that story since you were a kid. Or perhaps, you’ve been writing on the sly for years, and feel ready to claim this as something you’re meant to do. Turning your passion for writing into a real career may seem like a pipedream. But, while the road may not be smooth, it is attainable.
So, where do you start?
Excerpt from my guest blog post Essential Reminders for Starting a Writing Career Featured at the Just Girl Project
Keeping Susans are pale yellow flowers that only bloom in Blackbird Hollow.
The Key to Extraordinary by Natalie Lloyd
Nashville’s mother had a voice like footsteps in new winter snow. Some say the birds in Goosepimple sang differently after they heard her. Some say they were never the same.
Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he know what had happened to these girls before he found them.
Byways Book 5: Inside the Tree by C. J. Milbrandt
For a moment, Carter thought he was imagining things. People dressed as clowns began to hop out of the tiny red car, one after another, until a dozen different-shaped men and women were huddled in a tight group of polka dots and stripes, staring toward a lone black train car parked on its own track.
The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris
The old sorceress was not given to berating herself, but she could not help but think she had made a mistake. Possibly the worst of her whole life.
The Robe of Skulls by Vivian French
“Magic!” she muttered. “Learning the ingredients for potions by heart, magic spells, magic symbols; no, thanks, not for me.”
Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke
I try to stay out of these Ellie-and-Hunter arguments. They bicker like two people who’ve been stuck in the back seat of a car for nine hours. At first I thought it was because they were flirting, but—plot twist—they’re just cousins.
My Life as a Potato by Arianne Costner
Charlie clenched her fists as the song took over, filling her with electricity and a sensation that she had not felt in a long time. It was tough as steel, yet light as air, hot as a welder’s torch, but steady as the Eastern current. It was sheer, stubborn, blind hope.
This Pain Inside by Hannah Heath