Kenneth Oppel
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Kenneth Oppel
Kenneth Oppelis a Canadian children's writer...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth31 August 1967
CountryCanada
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Why do you need to fly so much?” she asked. “If I don’t, it’ll catch up with me.” The words just came out. “What will?” I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm. “Unhappiness.
one-direction flying together
Honestly," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me always flying off in one direction and you in the other." I smiled. "It's a good thing the world's round," I said.
literature dry nutrition
You can't eat [literature], that's the problem," he said. "I've tried, it's very dry, and not at all nutritious.
dream games world
The world of 'The Hunger Games' is a paranoid survivalist's dream.
blessed medicine failing
You see, when medicine works, it is blessed science, and when it fails, it is witchcraft. - Polidori
passion scare
There is a passion in you that scares me.
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The more I worked on 'Half Brother,' the more it seemed to me the story was really about love in all its possible forms - how and why we decide to bestow it, or withdraw it; how we decide what is more worthy of being loved, and what is less. We are masters of conditional love.
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Flying into a storm, even its outer edges, did not seem like a good idea to me. And this was no ordinary tempest. Everyone on the bridge knew what it was: the Devil's Fist, a near-eternal typhoon that migrated about the North Indian basin year-round. She was infamous, and earned her name by striking airships out of the sky.
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I wrote 'Airborn' after completing three books about bats. I loved my bats, but what a treat it was to write about humans again. They could eat food other than midges and mosquitoes, they wore clothing, they slept in beds - all this struck me as wonderfully novel.