#ant

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#atlantean #darkhunter #god #insult #insult

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. "They're very sweet." "Yes they're sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Haven't you've ever had them before?" I say, poking the next spoonful in his mouth. "No," he says, almost puzzled. "But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?" "Well, you can't get them in the market much, they only grow wild," I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go. "They're sweet as syrup," he says, taking the last spoonful. "Syrup." His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it's too late, he's already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what I've done is unforgiveable. I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. "Who can't lie, Peeta?" I say, even though he can't hear me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#fiction #sad

Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find. ↗

— Libba Bray

#young-adult #young

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fantasy #peter-pan #fantasy

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#fantasy

It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#tantrums #risk

Stop flaunting your impeccable language skills, Vincent, help the girl to her feet and let her take her leave ↗

— Amy Plum

#revenants #language

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything. ↗

— William Golding

#nationalism #poignant #pride #english

Where in the bloody hell did that come from?" asks the other person behind the counter. Or more precisely, on top of the counter, where her ridiculously attractive, English-accented boyfriend is perched. He's the other thing I like about Anna. Wherever she goes, he follows. He nods toward the baby wipe. "What else are you carrying in your pockets? Dust rags? Furniture polish?" "Watch it," she says. "Or I'll scrub your arms, Étienne." He grins. "As long as you do it in private. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#Étienne-st-clair #english

He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed,envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…” “I’m pretty sure irony isn’t a deadly sin.” “I’m pretty sure it is.” “Lust,” she said. “Lust is a deadly sin.” “And spanking.” “I think that falls under lust.” “I think it should have its own category,” said Jace. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry, lust, and spanking. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#lust #pedantry #spanking #dead