Brain Quote by Anonymous

“What am I going to do?" "What?" "I don't have anything else to daydream about. Now what am I going to do? Hawk felt…

— kristen ashley

“Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?”

— V. Theia

“I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and…

— Heather Day Gilbert

“I don’t understand what changed overnight.” Hawk stopped by the blankets, his legs spread, looking down from his full height, sneer firmly in place.…

— Keira Andrews

“He could feel his stomach churning. I’m repressing things, he thought. Along with everything else I don’t have time for. I’m searching for the…

— Henning Mankell

“..A hawk soared over our carriage, letting out a high, piercing cry of defiance, and I wanted to jump out of the window and…

— Stephanie Burgis

“In panic, I held his hand in place. “Move another inch, Hunter, and you’re a dead man.”

— Piper Shelly

“When hawks cry, time to fly.”

— Lissa Price

“Mortality shadowed him like a falcon mantling its wings over dying prey.”

— John Connolly

“The Hawk’s keen nose is picking up the scent of a COWARD! Right . . . about . . . HERE!” he snarled, and pointed at ME!”

— Rachel Renée Russell

“When I die, my characters are going to spend forever pinging in the shadows and stars looking for brains to latch onto.”

— Lauren DeStefano

“No one said anything. The midday heat beat down on them, baking their bodies within the oven of clothes long since gone stiff with…

— Terry Brooks