Lina couldn't sleep at first, thinking of the old songs and what they meant. Someone, long ago, had hoped that at least… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
Remember the city, the city remember Where treasure is hidden under the ground The city, the city, always remember That's where the… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
You know, son, I don't think there's such a thing as an easy life. There's always going to be hard work and there will… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself anymore. Anger is. And when anger… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
“The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself. Anger is.” — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
“The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself anymore. Anger is.” — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
“Think about what it would mean to fight," he said. "Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. We go out to meet them with whatever weapons we can find - sticks, maybe, or pieces of broken glass. We… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share
“Lina had never seen anyone so disorganized as the doctor. She peeked into the medicine room once when the doctor was out and was… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the world, we… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
They lifted their faces to the astonishing warmth. The sky arched over them, a pale, clear blue. Lina felt as though a lid that… — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
