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“I ve been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some? I would, actually, but I don t want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I ve never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These aren t Rue s berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers. My father s voice comes back to me. Not these, Katniss. Never these. They re nightlock. You ll be dead before they reach your stomach. Just then the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapseto the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hoovercraft appears a hundred metres or so away.What s left of Foxface s emaciated body is lifted into the air.”

— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, Share via Whatsapp

“When I break into the clearing, she s on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.”

— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, Share via Whatsapp

“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you ll let me be in your story.”

— Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer, Share via Whatsapp

“Who would you be but who you are?”

— Terry Brooks, The Black Unicorn, Share via Whatsapp

“Well, the Goddess said, your heart didn t heal straight the last time it broke. So we ll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.”

— Jane Yolen, The Books of Great Alta, Share via Whatsapp

“...Wizard s Fifth Rule: Mind what people do, not only what they say, for deeds will betray a lie.”

— Terry Goodkind, Soul of the Fire, Share via Whatsapp

“if something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn t there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That s why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones.”

— Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth, Share via Whatsapp

“The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.”

— Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn, Share via Whatsapp