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The Scorpio Races

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“I wonder if, when I talk about Dove, people can hear how I love her the way that I can hear his fondness for Corr in his voice.  It’s hard for me to imagine loving a monster, though, no matter how beautiful he is.  I remember what the old man said in the butcher’s, about Sean Kendrick having one foot on land and one foot in the sea.”

  • from The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater

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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

3E95469A-5B8D-4942-B737-7A728AC92931“Often he talked to Mr. Singer.  With him he spoke of chemistry and the enigma of the universe.  Of the infinitesimal sperm and the cleavage of the ripened egg.  Of the complex million-fold division of cells.  Of the mystery of living matter and the simplicity of death.  And also he spoke with him of race.”

  •  The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers,

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Georgette Heyer

“He turned from her to meet Miss Marlow, and his gloomiest forebodings were realized.  She had neither beauty nor countenance, her complexion was poor and her figure worse, her dress was tasteless, and the colourless voice in which she murmured how-do-you-do confirmed him in his instant belief that she was insipid.  He wondered how soon he would be able to bring his visit to an end.”

  • Sylvester, by Georgette Heyer

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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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