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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4f06514 | It's the rules!" he snapped. "They cage the animals at night! It's the rules." | Jennings Michael Burch | ||
| 5b7627f | My friend Doggie was gone, and I never even got a chance to say good-bye to him for keeps. | Jennings Michael Burch | ||
| e36d381 | She smiled a wonderful smile and pinched my cheek. | Jennings Michael Burch | ||
| 6738e01 | The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 420095c | I understood that at eight years of age, but I had forgotten it by eighteen. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 697ad71 | Once upon a time, I'd thought demon-hunting was hard. But that was before I'd become a mom. Trust me. In comparison to parenting, stalking and killing demons is a piece of cake. | Julie Kenner | ||
| a0754de | Sicilee and Maya are both convinced that once they catch Cody Lightfoot's attention they are as good as on their first date with him, if not actually engaged. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| d78cf6b | I'm interesting, she thought. I'm unusual. But I'm not beautiful.... | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 52eaaa8 | opened the vial of holy water and dumped it in with the wipes. I could practically see the ad campaign: Blessed be your baby's bottom ... Now with Aloe! | Julie Kenner | ||
| d69cae6 | Any other boy would be flattered. Pleased with himself. Any other boy would go straight to the seat she'd saved for him every day, not just when there's nowhere else to sit. Any other boy would lean close to compare notes. Borrow a pen. Compliment her. Tease her to find out if she has a steady boyfriend. Beg her for a date. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| 86a87a6 | All year you look forward to the summer, and when it finally comes, what happens? Not much. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| f78c5fb | It was like waiting to speak in front of the class... You have to pretend to be listening, but all you can really think abou tis when it's going to be your turn. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| f4a3069 | No messages. Morale losing altitude. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| 0d7384a | I was hoping something wonderful would happen this summer. Now I just hope I don't melt. | Dyan Sheldon | ||
| b5998d4 | That's the bittersweet part of being a mom. You slather on all that love and attention so that your kids will grow up strong, confident, and self-sufficient. And if you've done your job right, you've raised grown-ups who can go off and manage just fine without you. | Julie Kenner | ||
| 378d0f5 | In Dallas, June is hot, July is hotter, and August is hell. Not | J. Kenner | ||
| 32ce532 | You must love teaching', one mother said to Mr. Shevvington. 'Yes indeed. I think of each class as a zoo.' He laughed..'Twenty-six to a cage. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| e9f5803 | Girl! English, eh? What is your name? Indians stole you, eh? I'll send news to your people." His excellent speech meant that he did a lot of trading with the English. It meant, Mercy prayed, that he liked the English. She found her tongue. "Will you take me to France, sir? Or anywhere at all? Wherever you are going--I can pay." He raised his eyebrows. "You do not belong to an Indian?" She flushed and knew her red cheeks gave their own answe.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 0b43f32 | What do you mean--your family?" he said. "Joseph, you do not have a in this terrible place. You have a master. Do not confuse savages who happen to give you food with " Joseph's face hardened. "They are my family. My father is Great Sky. My mother--" The minister lost his temper. "Your father is Martin Kellogg," he shouted, "with whom I just dined in Montreal. You refer to some savage as your father? I am ashamed of you." Under his tan, .. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 1b3342f | She had spent the summer forgetting to be English--and Tannhahorens had spent the summer forgetting the same thing. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 0e4ad1e | Seventh grade had a full complement of creeps, weirdos, future criminals, and nerds. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 4eef68e | They won't let you see her," said Ruth flatly. "Now tell us, Mr. Williams, why has ransom not come? Do people have short memories or no memory? Why do they not rescue us? I get so angry sometimes." thought Mercy." | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 76d0903 | If I were a seagull I wouldn't have to stick around If people argued- I would fly off, swerve, wheel, dip, scream. a thousand wings of company if I have friends two strong wings of my own If I don't | friends strength seagull | Caroline B. Cooney | |
| cb34675 | It wasn't that she stopped being nice; she stopped being anything | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 64ae2e9 | I must remember that. Things become what you expect them to become. But I am granite. Nothing can shatter me. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| e6f1652 | Tannhahorens did not look at Mercy. The tip of his knife advanced and the Frenchman backed away from it. He was a very strong man, possibly stronger than Tannhahorens. But behind Tannhahorens were twenty heavily armed braves. The Frenchman kept backing and Tannhahorens kept pressing. No sailor dared move a muscle, not outnumbered as they were. The Sauk let out a hideous wailing war cry. Mercy shuddered with the memory of other war cries. Ev.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| b19f802 | Perhaps nobody knows anybody. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 0eeedc4 | Perhaps nobody knows anybody..It was a terrifying thought: like "the alone". That you could know people well, and know them again the following year, and then know them more...and yet remain strangers forever." | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| c66b9e4 | People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 781b4f3 | What capacity the Indians had not to worry. In Deerfield, all had been worry. Worry about the Lord, worry about sin. Worry about today, worry about tomorrow. Worry about crops, worry about children. But Indians set worry down. The next day, Mercy didn't see Ruth once, nor the day after that, nor the third day. Finally she sought out Otter. "Is Spukumenen ill?" said Mercy anxiously. "She has been sold," said Otter. "She is in Montreal with t.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| b19f0b5 | It was an hour before the Indians paused again, and then they stopped so abruptly that prisoners were tripping over each other. It frightened Eben. What was going to happen? What dread plan might the Indians have for their white prisoners now? No Indian lifted a weapon. They stood motionless, looking west. Eben watched for several moments before he was able to pick out distant figures coming toward them. It was not rescue. If those were Eng.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 46a1005 | She was envious of Sally, who had gotten a perfect husband in Benjamin Burt. Horrified by Eliza, who had married an Indian, even if Andrew was a Praying Indian. Sickened by Abigail, whose choice was a French fur trader twenty years older than she was. How could Abigail marry a Frenchman? The French were the enemy. The English were at war with the French! Besides, Jacques had no teeth. If Mercy had to marry the enemy, she would not pick a to.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 570c985 | It was the work of a warrior to enter the cave, jab the bear awake and tempt him, grumpy and stuporous, to come out where he could be shot. No fur was so warm, no meat so good, no claws better ornaments. Of course, one swipe of that great paw could break a man's jaw or rip off an arm, but that was why it was so admired and why the warrior who goaded the bear got the claws: such impressive risk. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 79ec7ff | Remember how in Deerfield there was nobody to marry? Remember how Eliza married an Indian? Remember how Abigail even had to go and marry a French fur trader without teeth?" Mercy had to laugh again. It was such a treat to laugh with English friends. "Your man doesn't have teeth?" "Pierre has all his teeth. In fact, he's handsome, rich and an army officer. But what am I to do about the marriage?" Sarah was not laughing. She was shivering. "I.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 86905bb | My French family will put up a terrible fuss," said Sarah anxiously. "Pierre might even summon his fellow officers and do something violent." Eben grinned. "Not if I have Huron warriors behind me." | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 12abd43 | None of the captives possessed the freedom to choose anything or take care of anyone. It turned out that Eben Nims believed otherwise. Eben was looking at Sarah in the way every girl prays some boy will one day look at her. "I will marry you, Sarah," said Eben. "I will be a good husband. A Puritan husband. Who will one day take us both back home." Wind shifted the lace of Sarah's gown and the auburn of one loose curl. "I love you, Sarah," s.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 4bc695c | The Indians, it seemed, had paused here on their journey south from Canada to go hunting before the battle. Under the snow were stored the carcasses of twenty moose. Eben had to count them himself before he could believe it, and even then, he could not believe it. Eben was no hunter. If he'd gotten one moose, it would have been pure luck. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 6cc5b1b | Stop being picky!" yelled Mandy. "You're down to twelve minutes and you still have to swipe your credit card!" | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 3c010b2 | Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the car already! | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 0a1dd92 | He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron; | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 4a7815b | Mercy could not keep up the pace. Gradually the line passed her by, until she was walking with Eben Nims, and she must not fall farther behind than that, because the Indians behind Eben were the end of the line. Daniel held tight and sucked his thumb. But not only did Marah refuse to walk, she kept yelling that her feet were cold, and she wanted Stepmama, and she needed her mittens, and she was hungry. Mercy could walk, though not fast enou.. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 58e423b | They crossed field after field, the Indians constantly demanding more speed. Mercy did not know why the Indians were in such a hurry. They had killed anybody who could chase them. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| b937df7 | The rock-hard wetness of her heavy leather shoes had frozen her toes and blistered her heels. But now her feet were cozy inside the soft moccasins. She felt guilty about the others, still suffering, and then, astonished, saw that all the prisoners were being given moccasins. She and Eben Nims stared at each other. "They they would take this many prisoners, Eben," whispered Mercy. "They have enough moccasins to go around. They have little .. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 89449f8 | Eben's moccasins were lined with thick black fur. His boots were abandoned at the edge of the trail. Eben thought of Deerfield men getting this far in pursuit and finding a hundred pairs of shoes. | Caroline B. Cooney |