Scott Westerfeld
Scott Westerfeld
Scott David Westerfeldis an American writer of young adult fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth5 May 1963
CityDallas, TX
CountryUnited States of America
ugly missions sneak
She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.
ideas waiting pages
One of the most common questions writers are asked is "Where do you get your ideas?" But the sad truth is, we don't know. Ideas can come at any time and from any direction: in the shower, waiting for an elevator, or while bouncing across Wikipedia pages.
dark night knives
Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.
tally-youngblood
I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty." -Tally Youngblood
brain trying world
Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain.
school tea rewards
I expect that you must receive top marks at school, young lady." Madeleine smiled as she stirred her tea. "There are always rewards for those who state the obvious frequently and with conviction.
girl struggle air
Gravity was something you could beat; all it took was hydrogen, hot air, or even a bit of rope. But being a girl was a miserable, never-ending struggle.
nuclear steel asking
Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?" "Poisoned peanut butter." "Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter.
destroying resources left-alone
Left alone, human beings are a plague. They multiply relentlessly, consuming every resource, destroying everything they touch.
arms boards middle
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
showing-up late clear
And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.
dylan knows
She smiled, turning toward Alek. "You don't know what a friend you have in Dylan.
dust mad tears
Lilt pulled away. "I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it..." She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. "Have we all gone mad to want this?
guy ruins found
it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.