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
flying he-makes-me-feel feels
He makes me feel like that. Like flying.
blind okay stills
Okay... That's still blind-making.
beautiful princess kissing
there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly
cutting knives splendor
She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.
i-love-him programming
It's just programming" "No. It's because I love him
hands rivers nodding
He squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay." "But what about everybody else?" He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.
names mind ugly
My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly
real real-you personality
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
home leaving done
It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.
weed selfish orchids
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
beautiful dangerous
That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.
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.