Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey
Richard "Rick" Yancey is an American author who has gained acclaim for his works of suspense, fantasy, and science fiction aimed at young adults...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1962
CityMiami, FL
CountryUnited States of America
choke
Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.
mean bleeding okay
Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.
crush shoes way
It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.
native-american thinking silence
I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.
believe thinking stills
Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected
lying men arms
A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.
war gears firsts
It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.
dream stars adventure
What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?
world clock winding-down
The world is a clock winding down.
believe outcomes encounters
Sci-Fi is the genre that explored both possibilities: the end of our existential crisis and the end of our existence. My novel, The 5th Wave, explores the latter scenario, because, frankly, I believe it represents the likeliest outcome of an extraterrestrial encounter. In short, if theyre out there, we better hope they never find us.
beautiful lying faces
It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.
failing poet ends
Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.
discipline mind action
A miscalculation is not negligence, nor prudence a crime. I am a scientist. I base my action or inaction upon probability and evidence. There is a reason we call science a discipline! Inferior minds bolt or build pyres to roast the witches in their midst!
eye firsts looks
When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.