Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Amelia Holt Atwater-Rhodes, known professionally as Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, is an American author of fantasy and young adult literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth16 April 1984
CountryUnited States of America
brother want pages
I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to." (page 8)
this-life wells
Live it well and this life can be grand.
victim
No one can make you a victim but yourself.
creativity people creative
Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.
butterfly want
I want to chase the butterflies.
voice reason dare
Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.
heart night forests
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,'Aubrey. I will avenge this scar and every scar you have put into my heart. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)
heart night pieces
Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)
abandon
Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.
strong dark night
But you can't kill humans It's-- Evil? The world is evil Risika. Wolves hunt the stragglers in a group of deer. Vultures devour the fallen.Hyenas destroy the weak. Humans kill that which they fear. Survive and be strong, or die, cornered by your prey, trembling because the night is dark.
use breaths
Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.
hamburgers comedy slaughterhouses
I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.
moon night secret
The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.
strong eye black-and-white
Cold as winter, strong as stone; She faced the darkness all alone. A silver goddess; a reflection. A mirage; a recollection. No return; no turning back. The past is gone, the future, black. Serpents gather in their nest, And she stands above the rest. Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow. The moon is risen; she stands below. She views her world through the eyes of others. Black and white; there are no colors, As she looks down upon a shattered youth. A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.