Keeper Of The Lost Cities Everblaze Quotes

And I'm the only one with a plan," Fitz reminded them. "Hey- I've got plans," Keefe argued. "Plans that don't involve tormenting Dame Alina," Fitz clarified. "But those are always the best plans!

Because our family doesn't decide who we are. WE decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes, that's the only thought that gets me through the day.

Sparkles also make everything better. Well, except alicorn poop." "I don't know. I think sparkly poop is way better than regular poop." "That's because you've never fallen into a pile of it.

Aura of doom?" Keefe asked, a smirk curling his lips. "Sounds like my kind of party.

Ugh, they’ve been at it all day,” Fitz grumbled. “It’s been hours of ‘Look—I’m invisible. Now I’m not! Now I am!’” Biana rolled her eyes as she reappeared. “Like you were any less annoying with your ‘I can tell you what you’re thinking right now! And now! And now!

You must think I'm a total idiot." "Nah. I am starting to wonder if you're trying to beat Keefe's record for biggest interspeciesial episode- and if you are, I'm pretty sure you've won. The Great Gulon Incident was epic, but it didn't almost start a war.

No matter how many times the elves explained the "illumination in a darkened world" analogy, she would never stop thinking it was weird to have a school named after glowing fungus.

Let’s go join the Black Swan!

But . . . I know your heart was in the right place—even if your brain had clearly gone on vacation for the afternoon.

And interfering with the Council's decisions is a treasonous offense." Grady snorted. "Not if the Council's gone crazy.

It takes a special person to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.

Remember who you can trust, and keep them close.

She wasn't going to cry. She was going to fight.

I wish I could give you a world where everything was perfect and shining and safe. I used to think that's what we had..." He shook his head. "I've realized now that our world doesn't define us. We define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can." "You realize how silly that sounds, right?" "I do. But after everything that's happened, I think we could all use a bit more silly in our lives.

I've realized now that our world doesn't define us. We define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can.

She was tempted to ask if they were journeying with a hobbit to reclaim the Lonely Mountain.

Dex was the boy who’d tackled the kidnappers so she could try to get away. He’d suffered in silence as they burned him over and over because he didn’t want them to do it to her. He was her first friend— her best friend— and he just wanted to keep her safe.

Because our family doesn’t decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day.

Because if she was right, then . . . Brant hadn’t just been with Jolie the day she’d died. He’d set the fire that killed her.

The wind—or maybe Keefe—must’ve thrown back his father’s hood. But it wasn’t his father facing him. It was Lady Gisela. Keefe’s mom.

I already did a cave of horrors thing with you a few weeks ago, and it wasn't awesome.

The right road is rarely the easy road. And no war is ever fought without casualties." "Is that what this is?" Sophie asked. "A war?" "Unfortunately, yes. A quiet war to stop a louder one from raging. You may hate me for asking this of him, but this is the cold reality we all face. We cannot control the actions of others, nor stop them from disappointing us. We can only use the anger and pain to fuel us. To help us rise above.

But he was also the boy who’d shown up on her class field trip and shown her where she really belonged. The one who’d let her cry on his shoulder when she had to leave her family, and who’d gone out searching for her in the middle of nowhere, just because he’d heard her voice in his head.

The rest of the Council nodded in agreement, except Terik and Oralie, and—quite surprisingly—Bronte. She only had three supporters,

Hindsight is a dangerous game

The Councillors had to be pretty concerned if they were willing to rely on Keefe. . .

I know that I was a total jerk for a few weeks. But I do trust you," Fitz told Sophie. "I hope you trust me.

Wow,” Keefe said, coming up beside her. “Guess I can’t call her Glitter Butt until her fur grows back. How do you think she’d feel about Bald Booty?

everblaze: the unstoppable flame

It reminds us just how small we really are, and how big the rest of the world is by comparison. One person is not the source of anything—it’s millions of pieces all working together. And it shows us that there’s always hope—always light. No matter how much darkness we might be facing.

THIS IS JUST A NORMAL day for you, isn’t it?” Keefe asked as they shivered outside the Sanctuary gates, waiting for Councillor Terik to meet them. “Go to school, find out you’re covered in a dangerous substance, melt off a few layers of skin, and then hail your besty the Councillor, tell him you’re ditching study hall to save the world, and he says, ‘Cool, I’ll come with you!

Things are happening, and I need your help. When and where can we meet?

Because our family doesn't decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that's the only thought that gets me through the day.

Plus, after the whole ogre king thing, you’re on pretty thin ice, y’know? I bet if you sneeze too loud, Bronte will call a Tribunal.

The Councillors had to be pretty concerned if they were willing to rely on Keefe. . . .

There will always be people who disappoint us, and it’s up to us to decide when to forgive, and when to walk away.

Game faces on, everyone! That goes for you too, grandma. Channel your inner grumpy old lady.” Sandor raised his cane like he was considering clubbing Keefe over the head with it. “Perfect!” Keefe told him, pulling them closer to the edge.

You’ve made us whole again. Given us back our lives. Now it’s our turn to help you.

Especially when Keefe tossed the note back to her and said, “Okay, I figured out our reply. Write this down, Gigantor: You may not want to meet, but we definitely do. Name a time and a place or we’ll pelt you with sparkly poo.

He turned and did some sort of wiggly dance until Sophie tossed a pillow at his head.

Both Fintan and Councillor Kenric never made it out of the tower.

Everyone has potential for both good and bad.

Go ahead,” Biana told her, her voice surprisingly steady. “You can drop the mock bravery, my dear. There are safer ways to impress my son. Just ask that one.” “SHUT UP!” Keefe screamed as Lady Gisela tilted her head toward Sophie.

Most of it was boring stuff. Complaints he was getting about tomorrow’s healing. Something about Grady not making any progress on the dwarves. But there was one thing I knew I had to tell you. A goblin patrol found some new tracks outside the Sanctuary. They were far away from the gates, and whoever made them was only there briefly. But one of the footprints definitely belonged to an ogre.

[Sophie had] barely taken two steps before [Master Leto] spun on his heel, his long silver cloak swishing as he slammed the door in Sandor's face. "I love how he looks ready to strangle me when I do that," Master Leto said, laughing to himself...

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Keefe sounded horrified at the idea of a long family day. But Sophie was happy for him. Maybe his parents were finally realizing how awesome their son was.

she would never stop thinking it was weird to have a school named after glowing fungus.

Yes, I am. I’m always happiest when I know I’m keeping you safe.” “Awwwwww, Gigantor’s so cute!” Keefe interrupted. “Who knew under all those muscles was a ball of marshmallowy sweetness?

Besides, Foster,” Keefe said, waiting for her to look at him, “when are you going to realize that you could wrap yourself in neon green feathers and start walking around roaring like a dinosaur, and we’d still hang out with you? Shoot—I’d join in.

Hey, when you’ve been hiding a secret ability for seven years and a total stranger outs you in the middle of a museum, you run. No matter how cute he is.” She wanted to clamp her hands over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips, but that only would’ve made it worse.

This is just a normal day for you, isn't it?" Keefe asked... "Go to school, find out you're covered in a dangerous substance, melt off a few layers of skin, and then hail your bestie the Councillor, tell him you're ditching study hall to save the world, and he says, 'Cool, I'll come with you!

You’d be surprised at how powerful hope can be.

Now take a seat. We have wasted enough time.” “But… that’s your chair.” “Thank you for that waste of words. Now sit.

I've realized the world doesn't define us, we define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can.

Brant offered to let her have it, but Jolie suggested they share, and that was all it took. Instant best friends—completely inseparable.

What ointment is that?" asked Sophie, wanting to remember the name. "It's called Get Your Butt To The Healing Center Next Time.

She knew everyone needed her to be brave. But she needed to stay far, far away.

The only thing she was desperate to do now was pelt Bronte with sparkly alicorn poop. “I believe the first step is to identify the

And I applaud your bravery, son,” Alden told him, “I also understand your urgency, Sophie. But haste is never a wise course.

I’ve realized now that our world doesn’t define us. We define our world.

We cannot control the actions of others, nor stop them from disappointing us. We can only use the anger and pain to fuel us. To rise above.

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Right. Because our family doesn’t decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day.

Yo, bad dudes. If you’re listening, you should know that I’ve been practicing my aim with goblin throwing stars—a lot. If you touch one more hair on Silveny I will come at you with everything I have, and I promise, I won’t miss again.

want.” Keefe whistled. “I hate to say it, but that actually makes sense. Maybe that’s why Councillor Terik flipped when you told him. It sounded like he peed himself.” “Did it?” a deep voice asked as Councillor Terik glittered onto the path in front of them.

There you are,” Keefe interrupted, stomping over from the exit to the Wanderling Woods. “You could’ve told me about your little private party out here. I’ve been stuck watching my parents play who can pretend to be the saddest? in the middle of a mob that smelled like a goblin’s armpit.

Sophie was pretty sure jumping in front of King Dimitar and demanding he answer her questions wouldn’t be very effective—especially when she took another look at his rippled chest. He had muscles on top of muscles, and paired with his freakishly long arms, he could probably tear her in half.

I hear your cries for justice and change. And I realize that trust is earned, not given. But I want you to know that I am ready to brave the long road ahead. I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to grow and learn and regain control. Past wounds will heal and past wrongs will be corrected. The life we used to know will return. We are all part of the most dramatic time we’ve ever faced in our long history. But it’s an exciting time. An inspiring time. A time we will look back on centuries from now as a pivotal moment. A chance to prove the superiority of the Elvin Way. And I am honored to help us rise to the occasion.

I think you’re forgetting that I’ve never been normal, Sophie. Remember, I used to miss school all the time to go on my dad’s secret missions to find you. There were all kinds of crazy rumors about where I went. My favorite was that I had a horrible farting disease, and had to stay home to unleash the stink. I’m pretty sure that one was Keefe’s doing.

The group we all illegally went to help this morning?” Fitz asked, grinning at her when she was forced to nod. “Just making sure. Carry on.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “Not only will I be going to live with the group the Council has basically made their Public Enemy Number One, but I’ll be doing it without the circlet they ordered me to wear—” “You mean the circlet I illegally helped you remove and then threw into the Everblaze to destroy?” Dex asked.

But when she looked closer she realized they were from Jolie’s early levels. Pages of boring lecture notes from elvin history and multispeciesial studies—many with doodles in the margins of a boy who looked like the photos she’d seen of Brant. There were stacks of sketchbooks, too, filled with gorgeous renderings of landscapes, and creatures, and other prodigies at school. Sophie had never realized Jolie was so talented—and she’d never realized she was a Conjurer. But she found The Elemental Guide to Conjuring and Translocation with worn pages covered in hundreds of notes written in Jolie’s loopy writing.

That might be the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Fitz said quietly.

Just admit it, Foster. You need me.

A silent war.

Sophie stared in horror at the face that was every bit as real as it was impossible. Blond hair. Slender features. Cold blue eyes. “Surprise,” he said as Oralie screamed and Terik had to hold her back. Somewhere in the chaos Sophie could hear King Dimitar laughing. But she was too shocked to feel anything. Fintan had survived the Everblaze.

The only thing she could think to sing was a cheesy song her sister used to torment her with: a single verse repeated over and over, about how the song never actually ended.

THE MIRROR SLIPPED FROM SOPHIE’S hands, landing on the petal-covered carpet with the softest thud. Both sides of the glass survived the crash without cracking. But inside, Sophie shattered. She kept a smile plastered across her lips as she listened to the rest of the story, searching for the tiniest detail or clue that would rule out the terrifying possibility. But by the end she knew. All this time. All these wasted, hopeless days. Her kidnapper had been right in front of her. Watching. Waiting. Hiding in plain sight. All the signs had been there. She’d just been too blind to see them. And now, it was too late.

Keefe grinned. “Cute and smart. No wonder Dex gave you a ring.

Nah. I’ll save it for my own wedding. Make my bride feel even luckier.” He winked.

Trust is what gives us confidence to step outside the safety of our own headspace and enter the darkness of another. What fuels us, guides us, pushes us to keep going even when all hope feels lost.

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She was tempted to ask if they were journeying with a hobbit to reclaim the Lonely Mountain. But the blood on Grady’s cheek kind of killed all her jokes.

Jolie was her mother, and Grady and Edaline were her grandparents, did that mean she

THIS IS JUST A NORMAL day for you, isn’t it?” Keefe asked as they shivered outside the Sanctuary gates, waiting for Councillor Terik to meet them. “Go to school, find out you’re covered in a dangerous substance, melt off a few layers of skin, and then hail your besty the Councillor, tell him you’re ditching study hall to save the world, and he says, ‘Cool, I’ll come with you!’ 

even more than how many times Councillor Kenric asked Councillor Oralie

You will, I promise.

inhaled, making her head spin. Were they going to kill her? Would the Black Swan really destroy their own creation? What was the point of Project Moonlark, then? What was the point of the Everblaze? The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back—clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes. Fitz’s eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever. Maybe if she hadn’t noticed him that day in the museum, none of this would have happened. No. She knew it’d been too late even then. The white fires were already burning—curving toward her city and filling the sky with sticky, sweet smoke. The spark before the blaze. ONE MISS FOSTER!” MR. SWEENEY’S NASAL voice cut through Sophie’s blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?” Sophie forced her eyes open. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding. “No, Mr. Sweeney,” she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates.

Sophie smiled. Fitz always seemed intimidated around Tiergan—probably because Tiergan used to hate the Vackers. He was the one who adopted and raised Prentice’s son, Wylie, and for years he’d blamed Alden for his involvement in what happened. But a lot had changed once Tiergan saw how deeply the guilt had affected Alden.

Jolie also had a regular compact filled with a shimmering peach powder and a mirror. So why would she need a second compact with nothing inside except two more mirrors? No one besides Dame Alina was that vain.

Councillor Emery told him. “Don’t make us restrict you, as well.” “You’d never get the chance.” All twelve Councillor’s arms flew up, their hands lightly smacking each side of their faces.

This child—through no fault of her own—has been given abilities she neither understands nor is able to control. Pair that with a lack of education and experience in our laws, and we have the perfect formula for disaster. But do we blame an out of control cart for crashing? Or do we blame the driver?” More murmurs and mutterings, many of them clearly blaming her.

THIS IS A TRAP, SOPHIE realized. But it didn’t seem to be the Neverseen’s doing. Somehow, some way, Keefe had set this up. So what was his plan? And why hadn’t he told her?! “I must say”—Fintan raised his hands, ready to call down flames—“you’ve really outdone yourself, Mr. Sencen. Miss Foster is an excellent addition to our bargain.” Keefe jumped in front of Sophie. “She’s not supposed to be here.” Brant’s scarred smile crawled straight out of Sophie’s nightmares. “Then we’ll consider her an excellent bonus.” Sophie hadn’t noticed that Alvar had vanished until she felt his arms wrap around her. She screamed and thrashed and kicked, but he was too strong. He pinned her arms behind her with one hand while he ripped her Black Swan pendant off her neck and tossed it to Brant. “Let’s leave the fires to the professionals, shall we?” Brant asked as he crushed the monocle under his heavy black boot. “I’ll take yours, too.” Keefe jerked away as Brant yanked the pendant off his neck. “Must we really do this again?” Brant asked, snapping his fingers and creating a sphere of Everblaze. “Not if you let her go,” Keefe said. “I’m finding it rather hard to believe your commitment,” Fintan told him. “Surely you’ve realized that switching sides means betraying your friends.” Sophie’s stomach switched to vomit mode. “What is he talking about, Keefe?” “You can’t guess?” Brant asked. She was developing some terrifying theories—but none of them made sense. Or they didn’t until Fintan asked Keefe, “Where’s the cache?

Sandor scowled when he read what she'd written. But all he said was, "Wait here," as he headed towards the cave. "And I expect you to sing the whole time while I'm gone." Sophie laughed. "Oh wait - you're serious?

Sometimes I think you're the oldest thirteen-year-old I've ever met. You shouldn't have a worry crease between your brows.

I don't think I have the energy to deal with any of this right now." Sophie didn't either, honestly. Ogres and goblins and missing dwarves? Her life had officially turned into a fairy tale gone wrong.

Villains. She was tired of calling them "rebels." They were kidnappers. Killers. And she was going to stop them.

Fitz rolled his eyes. "This vanishing thing is going to be a problem, isn't it?" "Not if you include me.

The Great Gulon Incident was epic,