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
perfect way guidance
Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.
dog fire house
You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.
hands sky sometimes
When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.
kissing epic feelings
It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.
brother children childhood
...I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.
said critics internals
I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."
food bears kind
What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
girl blessing lips
She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.
baby fighting daddy
What did I do to make Mommy leave?” “You didn’t do anything. This isn’t your fault.” “Then why?” she’d wailed. “I don’t know,” her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. “It isn’t fair!” “No, it isn’t, baby. Not by a mile. The world’s only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that’s one less fighter on the side of fair.
want roles accepting
We're comfortable with women in certain roles but not comfortable with women expressing anger or fully accepting their power. The most daring question a woman can ask is, 'What do I want?'
moving gun men
In this man’s smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. “Just come with me. We’ll take care of you.” “No, you won’t.” Taylor stroked the man’s cheek. She reached her arms up to cradle the back of his head and, with the skill of a champion, she broke his neck. Then she dragged him into the bushes, took his gun and walkie-talkie, and kept moving.
gentleman felicity available
He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
sorry thinking rewards
I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.
school skills feet
Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.