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Sarah and Katie

image“Sarah didn’t see how she could manage the costumes and scenery alone, and she wished she could talk to Katie about it.  After all, it was Katie’s play, too.  But Katie seemed to have forgotten that.  Everyone was leaving everything to Sarah.

“At this low point in Sarah’s life, she wished every morning that something different would happen, but when something finally did happen, she wished it hadn’t.”

  • from Sarah and Katie by Dori White.  Illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman.

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The White Deer

image“The white deer flashed through the green forest and the King and his sons followed, past the barking tree, across the musical mud, in and out of a flock of wingless birds.  On and on went the chase until the sun began to set and long strange shadows fell.”

  • The White Deer, by James Thurber

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Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors

image“Loren pulled off his soaking coat.  His arms shook, but without hesitation he advanced toward the foal.”

  • from Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors, by Eunice Young Smith

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The Word for World is Forest

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“I don’t know.  Do men kill men, except in madness?  Does any beast kill its own kind?  Only the insects… There is a wish to kill in them…”

  • Spoken by Selver in The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin

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Child of the Northern Spring

image“The cheesemaker’s daughter and I were inseparable: nipping into and out of each other’s households as if we were fosterlings… climbing through the tall apple trees to gather the last of the fruit that still hung there… running to the gate as the hunting party brought in a full-sized boar, slung on a pole between two warriors… milking the cows as they grazed in the field or skimming the risen cream from the flat stone basins in the dairy yard.  And everywhere we turned there were apples…”

  • Child of the Northern Spring by Persia Woolley

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Sycamore Row

image“‘Why don’t you take a large bite of that sandwich?’ Jake said.”

  • Sycamore Row by John Grisham

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Goldenhand

image“Many Dead rose toward that sea of stars above.  Dead everywhere, but they were no threat.  They came through the Eighth Gate and waded for a little way, or hardly at all, but soon enough all were caught by the stars above, and were lifted up, to go beyond to the final death from which there was no return.”

  • from Goldenhand, by Garth Nix

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The Black Tulip

“When awake, he thought only of the great black tulip; when asleep, he dreamed of nothing else.”

– Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

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The Complete Orsinia

image“For any act done consciously may be defiant, may be independent, may change life utterly.

But one can only act thus if one knows there is no safety… One must wait outside. There is no hiding away from storm, waste, injustice, death.  There is no stopping, only a pretense, a mean, stupid pretense of being safe and letting time and evil pass by outside.  But we are all outside, Piera thought, and all defenseless.  There is no safe house but death.”

– from Malafrena, by Ursula K. Le Guin

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