Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
stupid eye moon
Exactly. They're stupid. Who cares?" "I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid." She waved her hand. The moon blew away. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye.
makeup faces contracts
Lena made a face. She almost never wore makeup; she didn't have to. "You know, it's not like we all sign a contract with Maybelline when we turn thirteen.
luck faces beginners
Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.
boys house protect
Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.
meaning-life
Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.
nightmare ends knows
Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.
cat dark fighting
Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here -Ridley
love-you people stuff
The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.
judging people judge-me
It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.
moving hair magic
I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.
kissing salt sugar
The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—
whole-life whole
It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.
thinking choices our-choices
Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.
fate
Fate decides until challenged by the fated