Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey
Richard "Rick" Yancey is an American author who has gained acclaim for his works of suspense, fantasy, and science fiction aimed at young adults...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1962
CityMiami, FL
CountryUnited States of America
prayer broken promise
Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.
unbroken dies
Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.
native-american thinking silence
I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.
home coming-home knows
You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.
summer spring twilight
The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.
mortals
You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.
world clock winding-down
The world is a clock winding down.
willing-to-die willing dies
To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.
dream stars adventure
What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?
choke
Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.
girl people degrees
He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.
monday book scary
There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.
running war humanity
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
stars stupid mean
To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally human. Of course... We are all doomed; we are all poisoned from our birth by the rot of stars. That does not mean we should succumb...to the seductive fallacy of despair, the dark tide that would drown us. You may think I'm stupid, you may call me a madman and a fool, but at least I stand upright in a fallen world.