Libba Bray
Libba Bray
Libba Brayis an American writer of young adult novels including the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, Going Bovine, and The Diviners...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 March 1964
CityMontgomery, AL
CountryUnited States of America
stupid cry wanted
Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.
moving-forward people trying
When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
missing knuckles firsts
What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped." "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.
zebras night skins
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
yelling feelings mind
Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.
voice want might
Hot off the presses, today’s headlines: The love of your life does not approve of my wanton flapper ways,” Evie said in a voice of affected mystery. “Really, Mabesie. You might want to reconsider—he is a bit of a killjoy.
men museums glasses
The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk to the museum.
heart eye thinking
Evie replied with an eye-roll. “Do you think you can manage to not steal anything while I’m gone?” “The only thing I’m trying to steal is your heart, doll.” Sam smirked. “You’re not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd.
light chiaroscuro
No one can live in the light all the time.
memphis
Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.
sparkle ultimate
It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.
eggs wonder greetings
Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
party evil genius
They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
snow globes going-bovine
Free the snow globes!