#young_adult

And once you've been to this Center, this Truth, you'll know your way everywhere. You are never lost again. ↗

— David Housholder

#historical-fiction #spirituality #young-adult #historical

Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#paranormal #romance #ya #young-adult #fairies

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #young-adult #ocean

Hate did not give way to heroism. ↗

— Evan Meekins

#fantasy-fiction #fiction #hate #heroism #young-adult

Hell won't be so bad, you know. After all, I'll be there to keep you company. ↗

— Tess Oliver

#werewolves #young-adult #paranormal

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#feelings #sadness #sarah-ockler #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-fiction

About the library," he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page. Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired. He wrote and whispered the words aloud as he did. "I am in the library. It smells like old stuff." It smells familiar," I suggested. "It smells like words." Because his left side was to me, I couldn't easily take his hand to write. Books are boring," James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered. He thought about this and then wrote with a smile, "I hate books." From A Certain Slant of Light ↗

— Laura Whitcomb

#libraries #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-fiction

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence. ↗

— Ally Condie

#ally-condie #crossed #dystopia #dystopian-fiction #page-

Don't get me wrong. I love to be alone. When I am by myself, I get to create my own version of reality where I am the popular girl and really pretty, and friends can't wait to talk to me. -Madisyn ↗

— Tara Michener

#cyberbullying #relational-aggression #tara-michener #young-adult-fiction #love

And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#young-adult-fiction