Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
moving hair magic
I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.
nice remember ran
I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.
mom book smell
It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
sharks looks hey
Hey Rid?" She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could... "Yeah, Shrinky Dink?" "You're not all bad." She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way.
hands bleach jugs
I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.
cat people house
Nothin' wrong with havin' a cat in the house. They can see what most people can't, like the folks in the Otherworld when they cross back over - the good ones and the bad. And they get rid a mice.
powerful midnight hours
And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.
kissing deeper remembered
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss
real stupid fall
I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right. I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are. And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too. We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us. Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.
real philosophical knowing
Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.
book facts littles
A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.
judging people judge-me
It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.
lonely
I really was alone, and the only thing worse than being alone was having everyone else see how lonely you were
reading accusing-me accusing
Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley