Who can judge the judge? by Kami Garcia

Who can judge the judge?

Kami Garcia

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As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

voice men moving

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

moments darkness sun

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

crazy want world

Everything about me remembers everything about you by Kami Garcia

Everything about me remembers everything about you

remembers-everything remember

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

library problem answers

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

funny-relationship stranger fall

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about t... by Kami Garcia

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

speak-english kind talking

You need help, and that's what books are for. by Kami Garcia

You need help, and that's what books are for.

helping book needs

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

sneakers girl class

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who love... by Kami Garcia

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares. by Kami Garcia

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

nightmare ends knows

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

dying gone past

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Ethan Wate: What I can't figure is, you go to church everyday, how do you believe in all of this and still believe in God? Amma: God created all things didn't he? Only man will decide which ones is mistakes. - Beautiful Creatures

mistake beautiful believe

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

able might promise

It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

mysterious-things girl want

Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'... by Kami Garcia

Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light. by Kami Garcia

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.

different love-you people

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.

magic hair moving