Sarah Rees Brennan
Sarah Rees Brennan
Sarah Rees Brennan is an Irish writer best known for young-adult fantasy fiction. Her first novel, The Demon's Lexicon, was released June 2009 by Simon & Schuster. Brennan's books are bestsellers in the UK...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth21 September 1983
CountryIreland
girl boys thinking
I don't think he likes girls", I said. "Or boys. Look at the horror on his face. He doesn't look like a people person.
hurt voice ashes
You couldn't do it?" Rob Lynburn sneered. "I know her," Ash said in a low voice. "I can't... hurt someone I know.
hollies arms necks
For a moment, they all stood staring at each other. Then Holly shattered the stillness by throwing herself at Angela. "God, Angie!" she exclaimed, arms locked around her neck. "What Happened?
cutting knives waiting
"Lay the knife at the tips of your fingers," Rob commanded. "So close youcan feel the blade against your skins. Then cut the shadow away." Jared had been silent in her head. Now Kami turned her mind to his and let his thoughts and feelings flow through her. Kami, please, please wait just another moment, Jared begged, I'll save you, and later I'll be better, I'll do anything you want, be anything you want me to be. Please don't do it.
your-side sides
I'm always on your side.
shirts exciting oh-my-gosh
Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.
war hands faces
You're weird," Nick grumbled, but he turned his face back to critically examine the new hand. "You're weird," Jamie returned. "As soon as this whole magical war is over, I'm going to make us some friendship bracelets, and we will wear them everywhere because we are best friends." "Drop dead," said Nick, and Jamie looked serenely pleased.
running night shoes
If you weren’t there, how do you know someone pushed her?” Sergeant Kenn asked. “Well …,” said Jared. “And what were you doing, running through a strange town at night?” “I was jogging?” Jared offered. “Without your shirt or your shoes?” “Uh,” said Jared.
wall jeans clothes
Jared had his back to the wall, which Kami thought was a reflex when he was uncomfortable. She wanted to shield him. “He was doing some—Zen jogging,” she claimed. Jared flicked her an incredulous glance. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Zen jogging. I wasn’t wearing that many clothes because—that’s part of the process. You’re meant to commune with the elements. Normally, I wouldn’t have worn my jeans, but I put them on because I know the English are a modest people.
soul together monkeys
Your soul is like the souls of a thousand monkeys on crack, all smushed together.
chickens tractors
Technically speaking, you drive like a rabid chicken who has hijacked a tractor.
real self handsome
Kami'd always retold her fairy tales to make the fair maidens braver and more self-sufficient, but she had never had any real objection to the handsome prince.
guy want
Personally, I'd prefer a guy who wants to see my boobs.
mean timing amazed
Your timing is amazing," Kami told him. "By which I mean, I am amazed by it.