“So we have twenty-four hours to keep out of trouble,’ he says to me. I slide a glance in his direction. Judging… — Sarah Alderson Copy Share Image
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“You expect me to believe you're a witch? A broom riding, cauldron stirring, poison apple witch? Witches are Fae, Angelina," Dasan mocked.… — D.C. Grace Copy Share Image
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“Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car. James swerved to the side of the… — Brandi Salazar Copy Share Image
“I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it… — Shannon A. Thompson Copy Share Image
When I was growing up, if there was a Young Adult section of my town's library, I missed it. I wandered right… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
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“Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, lemme tell you. Those are big years. Everybody always thinks of it as a time of adolescence—just getting… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
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As you see, I bear some resentment and some scars from the years of anti-genre bigotry. My own fiction, which moves freely… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
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After I quit the U.S. Ski Team, there was a fair amount of, you know, grief that follows that, and I just… — Molly Bloom Copy Share Image
There's a certain trope in young adult fiction. A young girl gets cancer and becomes this radiant person who's a fountain of… — Jesse Andrews Copy Share Image
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I don't believe in 'thinking' old. Although I've transitioned through many bodies - a baby, toddler, child, teen, young adult, mid-life and… — Wayne Dyer Copy Share Image
“I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Smiled. The type of smile that men drive all night in a blinding rainstorm on their bike to see. The type of… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“The Ancestral Trail was split into two-halves of 26 issues each. The first half takes place in the Ancestral World and describes… — Frank Graves Copy Share Image
“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from… — Thomas McClellan Copy Share Image
“I yanked hard on the reins, and my horse's hooves slid on the linoleum as he skidded to a stop, nervously snorting… — Kirby Howell Copy Share Image
“No, it's okay. It was just … weird. No one has ever called me hot before.” “Really?” Trace frowned. “Well, that changes… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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