Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
games different carnivals
Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?
insane vegetarian demon
A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!
serious way pantyhose
We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.
feuds sticks good-family
You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.
lollipop red licking
It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.
stars rocks way
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” “Elton John?” “Close. Ernest Hemingway. In his own way, sort of the rock star of his time.
pox chickens
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.
tangled weight necklaces
I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.
blue escaping color
There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.
cliffs bigger fallen
You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.
thinking praying-mantis world
Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them
two two-roads
You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.
cheerleading hate hate-you
They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?
girl taken drinking
My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?