One creature's truth is another's lie. (Scroom of Strix Struma) by Kathryn Lasky

One creature's truth is another's lie. (Scroom of Strix Struma)

Kathryn Lasky

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I am ashamed of anyone who has eyes and still can't see. by Kathryn Lasky

I am ashamed of anyone who has eyes and still can't see.

shame ashamed eye

A legend, Kludd, is a story that you begin to feel in your gizzard and then over time it becomes true in your heart. And perhaps makes you become a better owl.

stories owl heart

Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird tha... by Kathryn Lasky

Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird that's my equal. - Twilight

eagles twilight bird

Whether you are a twelve-year-old princess or a twelve-year-old regular kid, you need to know you are loved and respected.

princess kids years

Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

stars flower twilight

Cycling, cycling forever bear, wolf, caribou. When had it all started, where will it end? We are all part of one, from such simple beginnings and yet all so different. Yet one. One and again.

cycling simple forever

She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to it in a quiet manner, the animals would not be disturbed; for there are lovely birds, and squirrels and field mice, and sometimes deer.

squirrels animal bird

Legends were not only for the desperate. Legends were for the bra... by Kathryn Lasky

Legends were not only for the desperate. Legends were for the brave. (Soren)

legends desperate brave

Thinking - in particular abstract thinking, which most of us are introduced to through the study of mathematics and literature - helps us learn that we can become problem solvers.

literature helping thinking

Very possible! Possible, indeed. Maybe even probable, which, as you know if you study your arithmetic,can happen more often than possible. In other words, probable is more possible than possible. - Bubo

arithmetic study happens

Hush little owl, You're with Twi. I got the moves to get you by. Big bad crows. St. Aggie's scamps Ain't got nothin to show the champ. I'll pop a spiral With a twist, Do a three-sixty And scatter mist----

crow owl moving

Give me a hot coal glowing bright red, Give me an ember sizzling with heat, These are the jewels made from my beak. We fly between the flames and never get singed We plunge through the smoke and never cringe. The secrets of fire, its strange winds, its rages, We know it all as it rampages Through forests, through canyons, Up hillsides and down. We track it. We'll find it. Take coals by the pound. We'll yarp in the heart of the hottest flame Then bring back its coals an make them tame. For we are the colliers brave and beyond all We are the owls of the colliering chaw!

glowing fire heart

We are the owls of the weather chaw. We take it blistering, We take it all. Roiling boiling gusts, We're the owls with the guts. For blizzards our gizzards Dr tremble with joy. An ice storm, a gale, how we love blinding hail. We fly forward and backward, Upside down and flat. Do we flinch? Do we wail? Do we skitter or scutter? No, we yarp one more pellet And fly straight for the gutter! Do we screech? Do we scream? Do we gurgle? Take pause? Not on your life! For we are the best Of the best of the chaws!

ice weather joy

Far away if first black, But it shall be back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

flower twilight home

He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew what he didn't want. by Kathryn Lasky

He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew what he didn't want.

knows want wanted

The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comet was bleeding across the sky.

I believe that reading widely is the best preparation for writing... by Kathryn Lasky

I believe that reading widely is the best preparation for writing.

reading writing believe

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire. by Kathryn Lasky

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.

sparks flames fire

When I was growing up I loved reading historical fiction, but too often it was about males; or, if it was about females, they were girls who were going to grow up to be famous like Betsy Ross, Clara Barton, or Harriet Tubman. No one ever wrote about plain, normal, everyday girls.

growing-up girl reading

Our lives are just spectacles. We are like dolls, in a sense, to be observed and played with - often with cruel and deceitful intentions - in an unreal world.

intention dolls world