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My father was a king and the son of kings. He was a short man, as most of us were, and built like a bull, all shoulders. He married my mother when she was fourteen and sworn by the
The forest had become a labyrinth of snow and ice. I’d been monitoring the parameters of the thicket for an hour, and my vantage point in the crook of a tree branch had turned -
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die. Even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown.
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.
The examination of Mara Dyer was taken on [redacted] at the Horizons Residential Treatment Center for Behavioral Health. 31821 No Name Island, Florida. Video transcript time: 2:13
Kell wore a very peculiar coat. It had neither one side, which would be conventional, nor two, which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of course, impossible.
Music, especially classical music, especially Mozart’s Requiem Mass in D Minor, has kinetic energy. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the violin’s bow trembling above -
Life is bullshit. Consider your life for a moment. Think about all those little rituals that sustain you throughout your day—from the moment you wake up until that last, lonely..
It was a sad moment in Magnus Bane’s life when he was banned from Peru by the High Council of Peruvian warlocks.
A secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for.
On the day Emma Carstairs’s parents were killed, the weather was perfect. On the other hand the weather was usually perfect in Los Angeles.
“Just coffee, please.” The waitress raised her penciled eyebrows. “You don’t want anything to eat?” she asked. Her accent was thick, her attitude disappointed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head.
‘We hear that your Prince,’ said Lady Jokaste, ‘keeps his own harem. These slaves will please any traditionalist, but I have asked Adrastus to prepare something special in ad
Dear Fellow Hermit, My name is Oliver, but most people who meet me end up calling me Ollie. I guess you don’t really have to, though, because odds are you’ll never meet me.
One summer night I fell asleep, hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same. I threw off the sheets and lay there
The servants called them malenchki, little ghosts, because they were the smallest and the youngest, and because they haunted the Duke’s house like giggling phantoms -
Dear friend, I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn’t try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.
I’ve read many more books than you. It doesn’t matter how many you’ve read. I’ve read more. Believe me. I’ve had the time.
Joost had two problems: the moon and his moustache. He was supposed to be making his rounds at the Hoede house, but for the last fifteen minutes.
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, -
My hand shakes as I brace myself against the brick wall. Rain falls cold and sharp against my skin, from a sky I’ve never seen before. It’s hard to catch my breath, to get any-
The week before I left my family and Florida and the rest of my minor life to go to boarding school in Alabama, my mother insisted on throwing me a going-away party.
The ornate script on the board twisted in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup.
To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an -
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.
Shadow Market nights were Kit’s favorite. They were the nights he was allowed to leave the house and help his father at the booth.
He’d stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu. Like, he’d be driving to work, and he’d see a g
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane. For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other’s chests;
Five texts are waiting for me when I get out of my English final. One is from Charlotte saying she finished early and decided to meet up with our boss, -
The problem was that Simon did not know how to pack like a badass. For a camping trip, sure; to stay at Eric’s or overnight at a weekend gig, fine;
Persephone stood on the bare mountaintop, her ruffled ivory dress whipping around her legs, her masses of white-blond curls streaming behind her. She was gauzy, immaterial, somethi
The Uncertainty Principle states that you can know where a particle is, or you can know where it’s going, but you can’t know both at the same time.
When I was a little girl, my mother would spend long afternoons telling me old folktales. I remember one story particularly well. Once upon a time, a greedy prince fell in love...
I am an hourglass. My seventeen years have collapsed and buried me from the inside out. My legs feel full of sand and stapled together, my mind overflowing with grains of indecisio
I emerge from the simulation with a yell. My lip stings, and when I take my hand away from it, there is blood on my fingertips. I must have bitten it during the test.
I stare down at my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on the worn leather. This is where the bed I shared with my sister, Prim, stood. Over there was the kitchen table.
The fog was thick, muffling sound and sight.
I felt her fear before I heard her screams. Her nightmare pulsed into me, shaking me out of my own dream, which had had something to do with a beach and some hot guy rubbing suntan
Delilah Bard had a way of finding trouble. She’d always thought it was better than letting trouble find her, but floating in the ocean in a two-person skiff with no oars, no view
There is one mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day
I’ve been locked up for 264 days. I have nothing but a small notebook and a broken pen and the numbers in my head to keep me company. 1 window. 4 walls.
I breathe in. I breathe out. The sky’s full of clouds.
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. Metal ground against metal; a lurching shudder shook the floor beneath him.
I pace in our cell in Erudite headquarters, her words echoing in my mind: My name will be Edith Prior, and there is much I am happy to forget. “So you’ve never seen her before?
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year.
The car jams to the curb and I hop out before the valet can reach my door. I’m in the biggest hurry of my life and I don’t care who knows it.
The cold snap of the previous week was over; the sun was shining brightly as Clary hurried across Luke’s dusty front yard, the hood of her jacket up to keep her hair from blowing
Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she’d been told that she would kill her true love. Her family traded in predictions. These predictions tended, however, to run toward th
I wake with his name in my mouth. Will. Before I open my eyes, I watch him crumple to the pavement again. Dead.
My mother thinks I'm dead. Obviously I’m not dead, but it’s safer for her to think so. At least twice a month, I see my Wanted poster flashed on the JumboTrons scattered throug
Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It’s just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through.
Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard about the contest. I was sitting in my hideout watching cartoons when the news bulletin.
The morning after noted child prodigy Colin Singleton graduated from high school and got dumped for the nineteen time by a girl named Katherine, he took a bath.
It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. No. Wrong word, Jonas thought. Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen
“I’m afraid,” said the little girl sitting on the bed. “Grandfather, can you stay with me?”
Out of all the disguises I've worn, this one might be my favorite. Dark red hair, different enough from my usual white-blond, cut to just past my shoulders and pulled back -
Damianos.’ Damen stood at the base of the dais steps as his name spread in tones of shock and disbelief over the courtyard. Nikandros knelt before him, his army knelt before him.
Even before he got electrocuted, Jason was having a rotten dayHe woke in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he was, holding hands with a girl he didn’t know.
Simon stood and stared numbly at the front door of his house. He’d never known another home. This was the place his parents had brought him back to when he was born.
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace -
The formidable glass-and-steel structure rose from its position on Front Street like a glittering needle threading the sky. There were fifty-seven floors to the Metropole.
The screw through Cinder's ankle had rusted, the engraved cross marks worn to a mangled circle. Her knuckles ached from forcing the screwdriver into the joint as she struggled -
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be -
Here is the boy, drowning. In these last moments, it’s not the water that’s finally done for him; it’s the cold. It has bled all the energy from his body and contracted his m
The shadows were long with sunset when they rode up, and the horizon was red. Chastillon was a single jutting tower, a dark round bulk against the sky. It was huge and old, like th
This is how it all begins. With Zephyr and Fry—reigning neighborhood sociopaths—torpedoing after me and the whole forest floor shaking under my feet as I blast through air, tre
I knew I was in love with Verona Cove on the first day, but I waited until the seventh day to commit. After one week here, I’m carving my name into a tree in the center of town.
Let me tell you about the first time I knew for sure I was in love with Matt Gooby. We were in church.
So here’s the file that almost killed me, Director. I won’t bore you with the tally of databases plundered, light-years jumped, or cute, sniffling orphans created...
I walk to the bus station by myself. There’s always a fuss over my paperwork when I leave. All summer long, we’re not even allowed to walk to Tescos without a chaperone and per
On the day we’re the last people to see indie kid Finn alive, we’re all sprawled together in the Field, talking about love and stomachs. “I don’t believe that, though,” m
It turns out the Leteo procedure isn’t bullshit. The first time I saw a poster on the subway promoting the institute that could make you forget things, I thought it was a marketi
Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that’s true. I wake up this morning to a thin blanket of white covering our front lawn.
I hate First Friday. It makes the village crowded, and now, in the heat of high summer, that’s the last thing anyone wants.
Day jolts awake beside me. His brow is covered with sweat, and his cheeks are wet with tears. He’s breathing heavily. I lean over him and brush a wet strand of hair...
Solomon never needed to leave the house anyway. He had food. He had water.
The day after Meg died, I received this letter: I regret to inform you that I have had to take my own life. This decision has been a long time coming, and was mine alone to make.
With a bag in each hand, I paused for a moment outside the van, staring at her. “Well, it was a helluva night,” I said finally. “Come here,” she said,
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed...
Even after a semester at Palmetto State University and a couple weeks practicing on the largest Exy stadium in the United States, Neil was still struck breathless by the Foxhole Co
Here is everything I know about France: Madelineand Amélie and Moulin Rouge. The Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, although I have no idea what the function of either actually
Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. If he inhaled slowly
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress.
They said the only folks who belonged in Deadshot after dark were the ones who were up to no good. I wasn’t up to no good. Then again, I wasn’t exactly up to no bad neither.
It looked like Halloween outside, only two months too early. Last week Palmetto State University was covered in orange and white streamers to celebrate the start of the school year
The demon exploded in a shower of ichor and guts. William Herondale jerked back the dagger he was holding, but it was too late.
“Somebody stabbed you in the neck, young lady.”My eyes widen, and I slowly turn toward the elderly gentleman standing at my side.
You will love him to ruins. The words echoed in my mind as I ran through clots of laughing people. Blinking lights and delighted screams bled together in a riot of sound and color.
The night Kate Harker decided to burn down the school chapel, she wasn’t angry or drunk. She was desperate. Burning down the church was really a last resort; she’d already brok
When I was little, my dad used to tell me, “Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.”
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it “the Riddle House,” even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
I’m going to die tomorrow morning. That’s what the Inquisitors tell me, anyway, when they visit my cell. I’ve been in here for weeks—
It’s a weirdly subtle conversation. I almost don’t notice I’m being blackmailed. We’re sitting in metal folding chairs backstage, and Martin Addison says...
On the day Liz Emerson tries to die, they had reviewed Newton’s Laws of Motion in physics class. Then, after school, she put them into practice by running her Mercedes off the -
Ironically, since the attacks, the sunsets have been glorious. Outside our condo window, the sky flames like a bruised mango in vivid orange, reds, and purples.
There will be no awakening. The sleeping woman will feel nothing the next morning, only a vague sense of unease and the unshakable feeling that someone is watching her.
Everywhere we fly, people scatter below us. They see the great shadow of our swarm above them, and they run. We fly over a cityscape that has been charred, broken, ...
Victor readjusted the shovels on his shoulder and stepped gingerly over an old, half-sunken grave. His trench billowed faintly, brushing the tops of tombstones as he made his way t
Everyone thinks I’m dead. I lie with my head on my mother’s lap in the open bed of a large truck. The dawn light etches the grief lines on my mom’s face ...
It was the kind of August day that hinted at monsoons, and the year was 1774, though not for very much longer. I was in the crowded bazaar of a nearly historical version -
You may think you know the story. It goes like this: once upon a time, there was a sixteen-year-old girl named Jane Grey, who was forced to marry a complete stranger -
Richard Gansey III had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness. He was bred for it; nobility and purpose coded in both sides of his pedigree.
The world might be sunny-side up today. The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false
Gram is worried about me. It’s not just because my sister Bailey died four weeks ago, or because my mother hasn’t contacted me in sixteen years, or even because suddenly all I
My mother’s a prostitute. Not the filthy, streetwalking kind. She’s actually quite pretty, fairly well spoken, and has lovely clothes.
I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against the cold.
The door slid open, and Clarke knew it was time to die. Her eyes locked on the guard’s boots, and she braced for the rush of fear, the flood of desperate panic. But as she rose u

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