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 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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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!

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Everyone has potential for both good and bad.

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.

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.

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.

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[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...

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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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

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

I think it does,

Those who wander are not lost

I threatened them with sparkly poop.

I love when things go according to plan. That so rarely seems to happen these days.

Just admit it, Foster. You need me.

Sophie,” Tiergan said, forcing her to pay attention, “since Fitz can no longer transmit to you, I’m going to need you to open your mind to his for this exercise—and for now I want you both to keep your thoughts focused on something unimportant. Like socks, or napkins, or uvulas.

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.

The only thing she was desperate to do now was pelt Bronte with sparkly alicorn poop.

Grady, Edaline, Tiergan, Alden, and Sandor all seemed to be competing in some sort of Who Can Glare At Sophie The Longest contest.

Your mind tricks don’t work on us,” King Dimitar sneered. “Don’t they?” Grady narrowed his eyes, and the King dropped Sophie’s hand and punched himself in the nose—hard.

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.

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.

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.

sufficiently controlled.

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What happened three days ago?” Sophie asked when Keefe turned slightly pale. “That’s when my dad had the effluxers installed.” Because the patrol had found those strange footprints. “But Greyfell didn’t see an ogre,” Sophie reminded him. “He saw a figure in black.” “True,” Keefe agreed. “Unless…

Unless the rebels and the ogres were working together.

waiting for us at the Sanctuary, so we should get going.

she wished it didn’t sound so much like a carnival ride from her nightmares. “Better hold on tight, then.” He grinned as she tightened her grip on his hand. “I meant to the railing.” “Oh.” Her face felt like it was on fire, and she’d barely grabbed the silver banister, when Keefe said, “Two Hundred!” Then everything turned into a spinning, sparkling blur of rushing air, and Sophie wanted to scream or throw up or pass out, but she didn’t have time for anything because they’d already stopped. “You with me, Foster?” Keefe asked as she leaned against the rail, wondering if her stomach was still on the ground floor. “Do you really ride that thing every day?” “You get used to it after a couple of turns. Come on.” He offered her his hand, and Sophie was too dizzy not to take it. It took ten deep breaths for her head to clear enough to realize they were in one of the golden-roofed towers. Dangling above them were more round crystals than Sophie had ever seen. “The Leapmaster 10,000,” Keefe explained.

Of course it does. I’m a genius. That’s why you keep me around. Well, that and my stunning good looks.

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.

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.