During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to bake the earth dry. It cast a purple haze across the plain—like a great, dark topaz. In the trees the birds sang, while the squirrels jumped from branch to branch in seeming good will, belying the expected tension of the coming days.

— Cate Campbell Beatty

I wish we could go to the mo

— Rachel Hawkins

Nico didn’t like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring – the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father’s presence was cold and often callous, but it was real – brutally honest, inescapably dependable.

— Rick Riordan

Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.

— Shannon A. Thompson

Sometimes he missed the numbed, walking-underwater feeling that the cocktail of narcotics used to give him. But if a situation went down in here, he was going to need all of his wits to get out of it.

— R.D. Ronald

The antidote to joy is dread.

— Sam Hamm