Keeper Of The Lost Cities Exile Quotes

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

It was a dangerous world for a sparkly flying horse.

He was quiet for a few seconds, and Sophie thought he was going to ignore her. But then he leaned closer-close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. " I crack a lot of jokes ,Sophie , but ....that's just because it's easier, you know? It's how I deal. But that doesn't mean I don't care. I do, a lot.

I think we could all use a little more weird in our lives.

Sing swan, Spring swan then lets fly. Follow the pretty bird across the sky. Call swan, Fall swan, then lets rest. Tucked in the branches of your quiet nest.

Everything is better with sparkles.

He was quiet for a few seconds, and Sophie thought he was going to ignore her. But then he leaned closer-close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. " I crack a lot of jokes, Sophie, but ....that's just because it's easier, you know? It's how I deal. But that doesn't mean I don't care. I do, a lot.

Sophie smiled. “Yeah, I think you whined the entire way.” “We all have our gifts. And speaking of whining—” “No whining in the happy place! Seriously, Keefe, try to concentrate.

It was easier not to know―at least for right now

She wasn’t the Black Swan’s puppet anymore. She was broken. All she had left was trust.

she'd figured out how to steer Silveny by teaching her simple commands like left and right and if you dump me into another pile of sparkly manure, I will clobber you.

Hey,” Keefe said, stepping closer. “Don’t worry, okay? Am I ever wrong?” “Yes.” “That hurts, Foster. And I’m right about this. Elwin will fix everything, I promise.

Keefe groaned. “What is it with girls and sparkles?” “Sparkles make everything better,” Biana informed him, and Sophie had to agree.

Keefe snorted. “Only Foster has a physician on standby.

She was amazed Silveny had even let them get close enough to attach the reins. Clearly she needed to teach the glittering horse how to recognize pure evil.

Vika snatched Sophie’s wrist with a mud-streaked hand. “You wretched girl! Call her down right now.” “Why do you need my help? Aren’t you the expert?” Keefe snickered. “Ooh, good one, Foster!

Back the t-rex up

How about we play without special abilities?” she suggested. “That’ll make it fair for everyone.” Fitz shrugged. “I’m up for the challenge if you are.” “Lame. I vote for The Unstoppable Team Keefe! Or Team Foster-Keefe if you’re one of those egomaniacs who needs your name in there. I can share some credit.

Boy, are you in trouble,” Dex said as he caught up with Sophie. “You’ll be lucky if Grady and Edaline let you out of the house before you turn two hundred and fifty.” “Not helping, Dex.

In fact, most of the great human innovations of the last few centuries happened under elvin tutelage. Electricity. Penicillin. Chocolate cake.

Guilt is a treacherous thing.

I hope you don’t mind having Fitz in there with you.” “No, I like Fitz—I mean, I don’t like him—we’re friends, not anything . . . It’s fine,” she finished, feeling her face burn.

if it is not a big deal why would you tell me. i asked Keefe. well your cute when you worry

No more notes. No more clues. She’d followed them to this point, and now it came down to her. She wasn’t the Black Swan’s puppet anymore. She was broken. All she had left was trust.

Aw, aren’t you guys cute?” Stina sneered. “Better watch out, Biana. It’s only a matter of time before she drags your whole family down to her level.” “That’s still way higher than your family,” Sophie snapped back.

Biana and Fitz stared in wonder at Silveny. Keefe grinned at Sophie. “Yeah, Foster’s always doing crazy things no one can understand. It’s how she keeps her sense of mystery.

Alden turned to Grady. “I’m sorry to be late. I’d hoped to get here before the Hekses arrived. But Fitz, Keefe, and Biana insisted on seeing the long-lost alicorn, and someone needed time to fix their hair.” “Hey, a guy’s gotta look his best for the ladies.” Keefe patted the back of his head. “Right, Foster?” Sophie ignored him—though she could feel her cheeks blushing.

You’re being dumb,” Sophie told him. “Technopathy is cool.” “Easy for you to say. It’s not fair you get to be a Telepath and an Inflictor.

y—what did I tell you two about secret Telepath conversations?” Keefe asked as he shoved his way between them. “Unless you’re talking about me , keep it out loud.” Fitz laughed. “Keefe just wishes he could swap secret messages with you.” “Please, I don’t need your little mind tricks. I can feel Foster’s secrets”—he fanned the air around her—“and I feel some pretty intense emotions right now.” “Probably because I’m wondering if I should strangle you or beat you with my shoe!” “The shoe would be funnier,” Fitz jumped in

Craaaaaaaaaack! Before she could even scream, Fitz shouted, “I got her!” and two arms wrapped around her waist. The momentum from his jump pushed them sideways and somehow he managed to flip them before they crashed, sending them tumbling across the soft grass.

She doubted Stina was skilled enough to walk and chew gum at the same time.

You look scared,” Dex told Stina as she watched Sandor melt back into the shadows. “Did you pee your pants?” “I don’t talk to trash.

Stina laughed her high, wheezy snicker. “Last I checked, empathy wasn’t an ability your creators gave you.” “Last I checked, you hadn’t manifested any abilities at all,” Sophie spit through gritted teeth.

But something about the way Grady was smiling at them made Sophie’s cheeks feel hot. Dex must’ve noticed it too, because his face was bright red as he mumbled some excuse about his parents worrying if he wasn’t home soon, and quickly leaped out of there

Ooh, you’re Sophie?” the girl—who Sophie assumed was Bex—asked. “My brother talks about you all the time.” “No I don’t—and get back here, Lex!” Dex grabbed one of the boys by his furry collar and jerked him back to his side. “Yes he does,” the other boy—who had to be Rex—corrected, flashing a huge grin with a big black space where one of his front teeth was missing. “He liiiiiiiiiiiiikes you.” “I do not!” “Yes you do!” Sophie stared at her furry feet as all three kids made kissing noises and Dex threatened to destroy everything they owned and dragged them away.

Those who wander are not lost.

And you get to bathe the verminion for the next month,” Grady added. Sophie groaned. She swore the giant mutant-hamster-thing had been plotting to destroy her since she’d helped trap it when it arrived at Havenfield. “That’s just mean.” “No, that’s awesome,” Dex corrected. “Glad you think so, Dex,” Grady told him, “ ’Cause you get to help her.” “Hey—I didn’t do anything wrong!” “I never said you did. But do you really think Sophie will let you just stand there and watch her work?

Ew,” Dex complained, plugging his nose. “Who knew sparkly horses had such bad breath?” “It’s nothing on Iggy breath,” Sophie reminded him. Her pet imp might only be a palm-size furball, but every time he opened his mouth it was like standing near a mountain of rotting eggs and dirty diapers.

Vika glared at him for a second, then shoved Sophie back, sending her tumbling into Fitz’s arms. “You okay?” he asked, flashing his movie-star-worthy smile as he steadied her. She was fairly certain her face was on fire as she pulled away and mumbled, “Yeah. Thanks.

You'd be surprised at how powerful hope can be Sophie

down in history as The Night Sophie Foster Tripped on Her Trunk and Fell on Her Face In Front of the Entire Elvin World.

Bout time you got here,” Keefe called as they crested a hill and entered a grassy meadow peppered with tiny blue flowers. “I was getting tired of stomping Fitz to a pulp in bramble.” “Only because you cheat!” Fitz shouted, tossing a red tri-pointed ball at Keefe. Keefe caught it and whipped it back so fast Fitz had to dive to avoid being smacked in the face. Then the strange ball curved back like a boomerang and Keefe caught it one-handed. “Only losers play fair. Which is why I call Foster for my team today.” “Hey—why do you get her?” Fitz asked,

I lived.” Grady smiled. “That bad, huh?

Being part of the mascot dance at the Foxfire Opening Ceremonies is a tremendous honor, Sophie,” Edaline told her. “Tonight will be a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” Oh, she had no doubt about that. She just had a feeling it would go down in history as The Night Sophie Foster Tripped on Her Trunk and Fell on Her Face In Front of the Entire Elvin World.

Bronte! The-Dude-Who’s-Tried-to-Have-You-Exiled-Almost-as-Many-Times-as-Dame-Alina-Has-Tried-to-Have-Me-Expelled,

while I’m not the one who cast the first sparks, I am willing to help keep the flames alive.

I hate to say this, Keefe, but I think you might be right.

Sophie moved to his side. “Hey,” she said, nudging him until he looked at her. “Think you can help me master these dance moves before the Ceremonies next week?” A small grin spread across his lips. “I don’t know. I can’t exactly work miracles.” “Hey, I’m not that bad.” He grabbed her hands as she tried to shove him, and his face turned serious. “You’re not bad at all. You’re awesome.” He blushed after he said it, and Sophie dropped her eyes to the ground.

You’re bleeding,” Fitz interrupted, lifting Sophie’s hand and examining her palm. Thin streams of red dripped down her skin. “These look bad, Sophie. You should get them treated.” “I’m fine,” she said, trying not to think about the blood, or the fact that Fitz was technically holding her hand, since both things made her head spin way too fast. “Really. It’s not a big deal. We don’t need to call Elwin.

She’d hoped to close her eyes and dream of sparkly winged horses flying through a bright blue sky. Instead, black-cloaked figures haunted her mind, snatching her from the shadows and dragging her away in a drugged haze. Sharp bonds sliced her wrists and ankles as someone shouted questions she didn’t know the answers to. Then fiery hands seared her skin and ghostly whispers swirled through the blackness. They would find her. She would never escape them again .

I still can’t believe we are tracking Bigfoot,” Sophie whispered as she stared at the giant footprint in the muddy soil. Each massive toe was as wide as her arm, and the print formed a deep, mucky puddle. Dex laughed, flashing two perfect dimples as he stood on his tiptoes to examine a scuff in the bark of a nearby tree. “Do humans really think there’s a giant hairy ape-man running around trying to eat them?” Sophie turned away, pulling her blond hair around her face to hide her flushing cheeks. “Pretty crazy, right?

He said he couldn’t risk being discovered.

Iggy-farts into Silveny’s face

Fade Fuel?

We could all use a little more weird in our lives

He liiiiiiiiiiiiikes you.

Before she could change her mind, she placed one hand on the alicorn’s cheek and used the other to grab the pendant hanging from a long chain around her neck. She held the crystal up, and light hit the single facet cut into the stone, refracting toward the ground. “Sophie, don’t you—” Grady started to say, but he was too late. She stepped into the light, letting the warmth swell under her skin like thousands of tickling feathers as the simmering rush swept her and the alicorn away.

No’ what, Sophie? What’s wrong?” She shook her head, feeling her eyes burn. Either Elwin’s happy-elixir was wearing off, or the truth was so real and painful it cut through the fake haze. “Fitz is right,” she whispered. “It is my fault.

Sophie’s gasp echoed off the circle of trees, and she blinked to make sure her eyes were working. A few feet in front of her stood a shimmering pale horse with outstretched feathered wings. It wasn’t a pegasus—she knew from the books she’d studied at Havenfield that those were smaller and huskier, with deep blue spots and midnight blue manes. This horse had wavy silver hair that trailed up its neck and parted around a horn of swirled white and silver that jutted from its forehead like a unicorn. But the unicorns she’d seen didn’t have wings. “What are you?” Sophie whispered as she stared into the horse’s deep brown eyes. Usually she thought brown eyes were flat and boring—especially her own—but these had glinting flecks of gold, and gazed back at her so intently she couldn’t look away.

Sophie mumbled, surprised to realize she was suddenly standing.

I do trust you, Dex. That’s why I need to know what you remember—if you even remember anything.” “Oh, I remember.

As much as Sophie hated to admit it, she had a feeling Marella was right.

satin

She just had a feeling it would go down in history as The Night Sophie Foster Tripped on Her Trunk and Fell on Her Face In Front of the Entire Elvin World.

Guilt is a treacherous thing. It creeps in slowly, breaking you down bit by bit.

THAT’S A LOT OF BODYGUARDS,

Though I’ll probably be a Guster like my dad. Controlling the wind—whoop-de-freaking-do.

It’s nice to get a break from my parents.

Ever since the kidnapping everyone kept her closed in, trying to keep her away from danger. All it really meant was that she was the one being held prisoner while the bad guys ran free.

What does that mean?” Alvar asked as she leaned her full weight on him. Sophie closed her eyes, unable to look at anyone as she forced the words out of her mouth—the words that would change everything. “I think it means Alden’s mind is broken.

Don’t. Do not let any guilt cloud your mind—I mean it, Sophie. Not unless

BUT . . . IT WAS AN ACCIDENT,

Then she washed her face, brushed as much of the mud out of her hair as

But she made it through a major school event without falling on her face, needing medical attention, or almost burning down the building.

Only Foster gets the Councillors to make house calls. - Keefe

Imagined and longed-for conversations weigh more than anyone I’ve left behind.

Probably because the Wanderlings are living things. Would it be right to kill them, simply because we planted them by mistake?

Grady rubbed his temples. “So… Keefe Sencen?” “What about him?” “What about Dex?” “What about Dex?

but these had glinting flecks of gold, and gazed back at her so intently she couldn’t look away.

In truth, there are no striking geographic features to identify the Gateway to Exile amid the endless scorching desert—but given that it’s the first means of access to an underground prison where the worst criminals from all the intelligent species are kept, that’s largely the point.

What about this, then?” The metal surface rippled at his touch, stretching and splitting into a million thin wires that made it look like a giant version of one of those pin art toys Sophie used to play with as a kid. He tapped his fingers in a quick rhythm, and the pins shifted and sank, forming highs and lows and smooth, flat stretches. Sophie couldn’t figure out what she was seeing until he tapped a few additional beats and tiny pricks of light flared at the ends of each wire, bathing the scene in vibrant colors and marking everything with glowing labels. “It’s a map,” she murmured, making a slow circle around the table. And not just any map. A 3-D map of the Lost Cities. She’d never seen her world like that before, with everything spread out across the planet in relation to everything else. Eternalia, the elvin capital that had likely inspired the human myths of Shangri-la, was much closer to the Sanctuary than she’d realized, nestled into one of the valleys of the Himalayas—while the special animal preserve was hidden inside the hollowed-out mountains. Atlantis was deep under the Mediterranean Sea, just like the human legends described, and it looked like Mysterium was somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle. The Gateway to Exile was in the middle of the Sahara desert—though the prison itself was buried in the center of the earth. And Lumenaria… “Wait. Is Lumenaria one of the Channel Islands?” she asked, trying to compare what she was seeing against the maps she’d memorized in her human geography classes. “Yes and no. It’s technically part of the same archipelago. But we’ve kept that particular island hidden, so humans have no idea it exists—well, beyond the convoluted stories we’ve occasionally leaked to cause confusion.

You would’ve enjoyed all the horrible team name suggestions that Dex and Biana kept bugging the Council with, though,” Sophie shouted over the abundance of snorts and gurgles. If that was what Ro actually sounded like when she slept, poor Keefe probably had to sleep with a pillow over his head. “I thought Emery was going to exile them at one point.” “Okay, now I’m interested,” Ro informed her. “And let’s hope Team Fancypants was the winner. Because I can almost forgive you for wearing all of those sparkly accessories if that’s what you’re making your stuffy Councillors call you.” “Wait,” Keefe said, before Sophie could respond. “Dex and Biana were there?” Sophie nodded, then realized he couldn’t see her. Which actually made it a little easier to tell him. “Yeah. And Wylie. And Stina. I guess the Council decided I’m way more successful when I have backup—and they’re not wrong. But I’m still trying not to be insulted that they built this whole team because I’m useless alone. Oh—and you’ll love this. They wanted to name us Team Prodigious.” “Wow,” Ro said. “You guys shut that down, right?” “First thing we did,” Sophie agreed, pulling on a blissfully boring gray tunic and wishing all clothes could be

Exactly,” Sophie agreed. “I mean, we broke into Exile. How hard could it be?” The flames over Marella’s hands cooled back to blue, and her lips pulled into a smile. “You guys should see the looks on your bodyguards’ faces right now. It’s like a contest to see who can give the evilest glare—though your guard doesn’t really look surprised, Biana.” “I’m sure he isn’t,” Biana said, smiling over her shoulder at poor Woltzer.

I think we could all use a little more wired in our lives.

make his legs work.

People had thought she was dead when she was still alive. Maybe there was still a chance.

ALVAR DECIDED HE SHOULD BE the one to tell Biana—

What’s going on? You said Alden’s sick?

The room turned to a blur

present their stinky flowers and dance and .

Prentice had been hiding her. “If we’re playing the blame game, it’s just as much my fault,

GRADY WASN’T SAD. HE WAS furious—shouting hateful things about the Council, the Black Swan, memory breaks, even Alden. Edaline wasn’t sad either. She was worried—trying to force a dozen elixirs down Sophie’s throat, no matter how many times Sophie assured her she was fine. Tiergan ordered them both to drink a mild sedative and they finally calmed, sinking into their chairs. “I’ll have to talk to Grady about the other matters tomorrow,

Grady shouted things like “squeeze your legs” and “wrap your arms around Silveny’s neck”—but those required moving.

I'll do everything I can to guide you through this. But you're going to have to fight hard." "I always do.

Sophie stared at the crouched horse. "What if I fall?" "We have Elwin on standby." "Very funny.

You're the one who has the special connection with her." Yes, but having a special connection didn't mean she knew how to entertain a large glittery horse. She couldn't exactly play fetch.

Man - why can't I be a Telepath?" Marella said, ignoring him. "I'd better manifest a special ability this year - and it better be something good, like Vanishing. Though I'll probably be a Guster like my dad. Controlling the wind - whoop-de-freaking-do.

And you will not try that again, understood? I need your word on that, Sophie." "It didn't work anyway." "I still need your word." "I really thought it would work." "Sophie!" "Fine! You have my word.

At least she'd figured out how to steer Silveny by teaching her simple commands like 'left' and 'right' and 'if you dump me into another pile of sparkly manure, I will clobber you'.

Look at the kind of things you deal with. I don't really know how you do it." Sometimes she didn't either.