Sparkling in the light streaming through the window, the whole town of Auteri was made in sugar. Each building was spun out of golden sugar strands, down to the curtains on the windows and the cobblestones in the street. In the glowing afternoon rays streaming down, the sugary town was radiant.
Eva Evergreen: Semi-Magical Witch by Julie Abe
Dawn was on the point of breaking when they approached the river—a stream, actually; they could see where it branched off from the main body of the river a little way up. The shallows near the banks were still frozen, but water was running in the middle of the stream. By the time they reached it, the first rays of the sun touched and gilded the surface of the water.
The Coming of the Bear by Lensey Namioka
Lead-colored clouds hung low while the setting sun oozed molten light between them; the Gothic towers of the city stood festive yet foreboding against that glowering sky, like candles on the Devil’s birthday cake.
The Case of the Missing Marquess by Nancy Springer
Of all the kids in the seventh grade at Camillo Junior High, there was one kid that Mrs. Baker hated with heat whiter than the sun. Me.
The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt
It could have been a trick of the light, but it looked like something was moving just inside the door frame. Something dark. Something tall. Something she did not want to be there.
The Night Gardener by Jonathan Auxier
Violet could not help thinking that it would be far more pleasant to live in Justice Strauss’s house instead of Count Olaf’s. What kind of a man, Violet wondered, would carve an image of an eye into his front door?
The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
So there’s coffee, and then there’s coffee on a private jet. When Jen, our hostess, took our drink orders, she kept trying to push me toward chocolate milk or ginger ale. She even offered a root beer float. But I knew what I wanted.
Jack and the Geniuses: at the Bottom of the World by Bill Nye & Gregory Mone
Making tea is a ritual that stops the world from falling in on you. Everything pauses while you do familiar things with taps and kettles; it allows you to catch your breath and become calm. I’ve made tea on camping stoves while Specters paced beyond my protective iron chains; I’ve brewed some while watching a Revenant claw itself free of its grave.
The Creeping Shadow by Jonathan Stroud
We sipped coffee. It was still awful, but there was something wonderful about sitting together and sipping even the bitterest of beverages. You cannot wait for the untroubled world to have an untroubled moment.
Shouldn’t You Be in School? by Lemony Snicket
If only I could bottle tonight and take a sip of it every so often for the rest of my life.
The Wish by Gail Carson Levine
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