Rovender leaned in close to her. “Eva Nine, I have traveled to many lands and seen many wondrous things. A creature such as you, I have never seen.”
The Search for Wondla by Tony DiTerlizzi
Wondrous Things
Quotes
Grand Estate
In the distance, the pointed towers and slate-covered rooftops of the grand Biltmore Estate rose from the darkness of the surrounding forest. The pale gray limestone walls were adorned with gargoyles of mythical beasts and fine sculptures of the warriors of old.
Serafina and the Twisted Staff by Robert Beatty
Ten Mile Radius
“What I do know is that all round here, in a radius of ten miles or more, is strange. And special. And Jocelyn was in charge of it. And he was trying to hand the responsibility to you.”
Enchanted Glass by Diana Wynne Jones
An Impossible Thing
A faerie without flight was like a hornet with no sting, or a mermaid without a tail. It was an impossible thing, and yet it had happened—to Grit.
The Wingsnatchers by Sarah Jean Horwitz
A Murder
“…books and books and more books, flapping like crows—a murder of books—went flying all over the road.”
The Maloneys’ Magical Weatherbox by Nigel Quinlan
Free to Fly
Though Tuck was the same blue-black coloring as the Royal ravens, he was smaller, and because he was wild, his wings were not clipped. He was free to fly where he wished, which was usually as close to Forrest as he could get.
The Ravenmaster’s Secret by Elvira Woodruff
Startled
New kid. New kid. The words fly around the showers and sinks. I can almost see them, flying up like chickadees startled from the holly tree in the woods.
This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans
In Chorus
The school year seemed like an endless flow of programs and performances–first it was the “Halloween Spooker,” and then came the holiday concert, and then the “Midsummer Sing-Along,” then the “Spring-Has-Sprung” program, and finally, the “Graduation Celebration.”
The Last Holiday Concert by Andrew Clements
Dramatic Reading
“I don’t understand,” I said, hoping for another explanation–one that would make sense and get rid of the uncomfortable shaking in my gut. I’d spent my whole life avoiding the Bard, and this was like finding out we were related.
The Total Tragedy of a Girl Named Hamlet by Erin Dionne
Town Tradition
Our Christmas pageant isn’t what you’d call four-star entertainment. Mrs. Armstrong breaking her leg was the only unexpected thing that ever happened to it. The script is standard (the inn, the stable, the shepherds, the star), and so are the costumes, and so is the casting.
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson
