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“…her voice like rusted chains.”
“He could see fresh news bulging out of me.
Worms gnawing through an overripe pear.”
“…baritone cool as a submerged anchor.”
“Hyun-Ki was clearly strong and athletic–probably a swimmer based on his long frame, broad shoulders, and skimpy swimsuit. He’s in my 6th hour class, but seeing people in swimsuits often means you’re seeing them again for the first time.“
I’ve shared great quotes from various authors I’m reading, but this is another one of mine from Suddenly Rural Girl, the Christian YA Novel I’m close to wrapping up. Soon, I’ll be shifting from the editing to the publication phase–which will be another process. For more quotes from SRG, other authors I’m reading, and updates on Suddenly Rural Girl, follow my blog at https://dannhurlbert.com/littletips or my Facebook page @Dann Hurlbert, Author.
“I raised the bottle to toast a cast-iron sky, spying the shadowed form of Asher Fleet. He stood alone on the hard-packed sand, halfway between fire and water.”
“This cozy nook smelled like people’s living rooms and leather messenger bags. Rose water and cigarette smoke. Potpourri and vacation sunscreen and binding glue, with a hint of wool and mildew.”
“The clean-edged focus of Asher’s stare, plus the candor underneath the rest of him, grabbed me by the feet. Upending. Shaking. Parts of me—the shadow parts—were spilling out onto the floor and I couldn’t stop them.”
“Liam was walking toward us, dripping wet and breathing easily despite the swim and the climb. His creamy peach skin was glistening and those bluebird eyes were looking directly into my soul. I just hope they weren’t reading my mind. It was a hot mess.”
I’ve shared great quotes from various authors I’m reading, but this is one of mine from Suddenly Rural Girl, the Christian YA Novel I’m close to wrapping up. I’m looking forward to shifting from the editing to the publication phase–which will be another process. For more quotes from SRG, other authors I’m reading, and updates on Suddenly Rural Girl, follow my blog at https://dannhurlbert.com/littletips or my Facebook page @Dann Hurlbert, Author.
“Lacking natural human expressions, she feels free to invent new ones, and the results are occasionally spectacular.”
LINDSAY FAYE, Fatal Flame
“And I’m more inclined to use keys than axes.”
LINDSAY FAYE, Fatal Flame
“Val sprawled in a leather armchair opposite, being
Lindsay Faye, The Gods of Gotham
about as helpful as a genital rash.”
“Most people don’t want to fight, especially when evenly matched. A mob will tear an individual to pieces and a man with a gun and a noble cause is happy to kill ever so many women and children, but risking a fair fight—not so easy…That’s why you see those pissed young men doing the dance of ‘don’t hold me back’ while desperately hoping someone likes them enough to hold them back.”
“I had a sudden bank holiday memory of holding my father’s hand in one fist and clutching a precious handful of pound coins in the other. Never enough and quickly gone.”
“I saw his shoulders tense and I swear the sun went behind a cloud—although that could have been a coincidence.”
“While Marisol was shaped like a flame, I was built like a fire pole.”
“Like a fool, my thinking parts didn’t tell my seeing parts not to notice his strong presence against the urban backdrop of University Avenue.”
“It was the small time between sunset and evening
when the sky turned the color of crushed plums,
bruised from the wounds of another day.”
“The once-delicate pink wallpaper was peeling in shreds as if the foyer suffered from leprosy.”
LINDSAY FAYE, Fatal Flame
“That was about as comforting as a spilt basket of snakes.”
LINDSAY FAYE, Fatal Flame
“He flashed the gleaming shark’s-tooth smirk that makes sane men follow him into burning buildings and women drop their frocks to the hardwood.”
Lindsay Faye, The Gods of Gotham
“Holding your tongue by nearly biting it off isn’t pleasant, but I prevented making a further ass of myself.”
“Tiny holes dotted his heart and his mind
as if they’d suffered an infestation of moths.”
“A very prominent hooked nose was just then directing his gaze
to me as if he were looking down a rifle site.”
“Crazier than a sack of river rats.”
“Val thinks of Hunker complacency the way
sharks think of bleeding minnows.”
“…eyes of a grey-blue no easier pinned down than a
cloud formation on the distant horizon.”
“I may be only thirteen years old, but I love reading about history. I know the government is playing a game of mumblety-peg with Indians. After all our history, I just know the Indians are going to end up chewing dirt.”
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
“Jack Thompson is now a frustrated alcoholic warrior who takes out his anger on my mother. Once, in a drunken rage, he beat up my mother when she was eight months pregnant. He was so drunk and mad he kicked her in the stomach and made her abort a stillborn baby boy.”
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
“Indians were so desperate on reservations and in urban areas that they would be better off breaking into an abandoned maximum security prison, which was in total disrepair,…
“That is the most painful part, and the boy shouts, ‘Ow-wah-high!'”
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
“One thing you can say about Indian boarding school—you don’t get picked on because you’re Indian. We’re all in the same boat. If anything, it’s the mixed ones, the blue eyes, or the short noses like me that get ribbed.”
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
Adam fortunate Eagle, Pipestone: My Life at An Indian Boarding School
“I’ve been to some of their wakes and their funerals, and they’re as religious as anything. They treat the dead person with such love and respect. They put sacred colors on the face: red on one side, and blue on the other. And, after the wake, they put them in a shallow grave, right near their old home. They put food at their feet for the journey of their soul to the beyond. And, they build a spirit house over the grave, a long low house, as long as the body. That spirit house has a pitched roof, just like a real house, and there’s a hole in the front for gifts and food, and for the relatives to talk to the soul or the spirit. Sometimes the relatives of those people come there and sit by the graves for a while just to keep them company. I guess they tell them how much they’re missed.””