Michael Grant
Michael Grant
Known for such co-written works of young adult fiction as the popular Everworld and Animorphs series, he also published such individually-written and equally loved titles as the BZRK and Gone books.
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth26 July 1954
CityLos Angeles, CA
So many things I'm not, and so few things I am.
mean towns wheels
And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town." "You mean they aren't powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed.
kings men land
In the land of the blind, a one eyed man is king
fire marshmallow behinds
Too bad we don't have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire." Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio.
beautiful song book
Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone book. She could sing a shopping list. Whatever she sang, whatever the words or the tune, it was so beautiful, so achingly lovely, that no one could listen and be untouched.
nuts talking paranoia
Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself.
smart stupid
Smart stupid. Stupid smart.
teacher war talking
One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No 'poof.' No flash of light. No explosion.
dice
Slice and Dice, Slice and Dice
black giants fitting
It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.
world gone-series
She was no longer theirs. She was his. And he was hers. And this was their world.
fighting swear-to-god plan-b
There's a plan B? Jack asked. "You're another," Edilio snapped. "You're not going to tell me again that you won't fight, because I swear to God I'll shoot you myself.
brother moving firsts
The point is,” Caine continued, “you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.” Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. “Three minutes,” Caine said, moving closer. “You go first. And then me.” “No,” Sam said. “It can’t be.” “It can,” Caine said. “It is. And you are… brother.
warrior boys hair
The warrior who had gone out from the lake to save his people by slaying the evil one was now just a boy sitting in the dirt with his fingers in a mane of blond hair. He stared at nothing. Expected nothing. Planned nothing. Just sat.