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
kids games wings
Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.
home coming-home knows
You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.
willing-to-die willing dies
To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.
survival together want
The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.
confused sharks aftermath
He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.
hours indispensable critical
Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.
clay masterpiece
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.
real heart eye
When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.
regret creepy barns
In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.
war humanity lasts
And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.
kissing kiss-me next
The next time you better have a good reason," I tease him. "Okay." He kisses me again. "Reason?" I ask softly. "Um. You're really pretty?" "That's a good one. I don't know if it's true, but it's good.
sexy clothes long
I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.
perfect pants bananas
Then I strip the pants away from each leg, like peeling a banana. That's it, the perfect metaphor: peeling a banana.
reading aliens cases
In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.