Shannon Messenger Quotes

Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?" Keefe asked.

"We're not calling it that," Sophie told him.

"Oh, I think we are. And don't worry, Foster," Keefe added, patting her on the head. "I'll still love you when you're oozy.

Fine, but you should at least have to write an epic poem in my honor. Here, I'll help you. "Ode to Keefe Sencen, that brave lovable nut. He may not have teal eyes, but he has a really cute,"
"KEEFE"!

Wait for the morning, when you can regroup with your friends, and the seven of you can start scheming together.

I don't want another bodyguard. I want you.

I was already planning to have us start with telekinesis, since that's what got Foster all swoons about my skills in the first place."

"I didn't get swoons," Sophie felt the need to point out.

"Keep telling yourself that, Foster. Keeeeeeeeeep telling yourself that.

Fitz grinned - and a girl who'd been watching him tripped over her own feet.

She'd hoped to close her eyes and dream of sparkly winged horses flying through a bright blue sky. Instead, black-cloaked figures haunted her mind, snatching her from the shadows
and dragging her away in a drugged haze. Sharp bonds sliced her wrists and ankles as someone shouted questions she didn't know the answers to. Then fiery hands seared her skin and ghostly whispers swirled through the blackness.

They would find her.

She would never escape them again
.

But we're just kids she thought For the moment yes But we are talking about the future You really think we'll still need a Black Swan that many years from now Yes I believe we will always need a Black Swan The world has gotten too complicated to leave any one group solely in charge There needs to be a system of checks and balances We do hope to someday work hand in hand with the Council But even if that never happens we should be there to keep them honest

Success isn't always about triumph.

She stretched, feeling her spine pop in several places. She curled her legs to the side and opened her eyes-to find Fitz staring at her with his eyebrows practically launching off his forehead.

Let's not add projectile vomiting to the list of Awesome Things We Get To Do Today.

I'm Vane Weston: The Last Westerly
Great- it sounds like something out of an anime cartoon.

Breaking the winds breaks you. The power becomes a craving, like ... part of you dies and the only way to fill the emptiness is to spoil everything around you. And you can't fight it because you can't fight it because you don't want to fight it, because then you'd never be able to experience the rush again.

Diving through the stars toward the earth far below
Rushing through the places no one else dares to go
Don't sink into the violent sea
No never
Never
Find the path that sets you free Forever
And ever

Okay," she agreed. If he refused to be serious, then so would she. "Fine, Im an elf. Am I suppose to help Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle-Earth? Or do I have to make toys in the North Pole?

She was a girl with strange abilities and a different way of looking at the world. What she decided to do with these things was up to her.

Tam's shadow fell over hers, and he shadow-whispered, "I'm trusting you. I don't care about me, but if something happens to Linh ... "
'I promise, we're only trying to help,' Sophie transmitted.
Keefe let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. "And I thought secret Telepath conversations were the worst. Just so we're clear," he told Tam. "I'M the president of the Foster fan club. And we're closed to new members."
Tam's cheeks flushed. "Uh ... not sure what that's about but ... no worries there
no offense!" he told Sophie.
She noticed he stole a quick glance at Biana after he said it.
Sophie couldn't decide if she should feel relieved or insulted.

I'm Batman, so I could be your hero anyway!

I already did a cave of horrors thing with you a few weeks ago, and it wasn't awesome.

Okay - there's no easy way to explain this, so I'm just going to say it. We're not human, Sophie.
-Keeper of the Lost Cities

Relax, Foster," Keefe said, squeezing her good hand and lacing their fingers together.

"You okay there?" he whispered.

She nodded, not quite ready to use her voice.

Not ready to let go of his hand, either.

It's too bad Keefe isn't here, you two could have a contest to see who whines the most.

She'd been kidnapped right after - and then her abilities had broken, and Alden's sanity collapsed, and Silveny was attacked, and Kenric was murdered, and the Council turned against her, and she was banished along with all of her friends, and the gnomish plague was unleashed, and Keefe ran off, and Lumenaria fell, and so many other devastating and distracting things had happened that Sophie had never stopped to wonder . . .

Linh peeked her head over his shoulder. "This is fun! I never get to see Tam blush!"

She pinched her brothers cheeks, and Tam rolled his eyes and stalked into the Healing Center, with Linh giggling right behind him.

Dex and Keefe, meanwhile, were having a VERY difficult time figuring out how to sit on their eckodon. After several hilarious attempts, they settled for Keefe facing backwards with his arms wrapped around Dex, and Dex reaching around Keefe to hug the eckodon's neck.

"You guys look so cute," Fitz told them.

"Dude, your payback is going to be legendary," Keefe warned.

I hope you don't mind having Fitz in there with you."

"No, I like Fitz - I mean, I don't like him - we're friends, not anything . . . It's fine," she finished, feeling her face burn.

The wind - or maybe Keefe - must've thrown back his father's hood. But it wasn't his father facing him. It was Lady Gisela. Keefe's mom.

So that still freaks you out, huh? That might be proof that it needs to happen.
His eyes locked on hers, refusing to let her look away. And when she swallowed, it was so loud, she was sure the whole world heard it.
Or, he said. We could skip the talking.
And do what? She asked, hating her voice for cracking.
Any ideas?
He was so close now, she could feel his breath warming her cheeks. He leaned a tiny bit closer and someone cleared his throat, very loudly.

Sooner or later you're going to have to solve the triangle. Or should we get real and call it a square?

Whisking through the clouds as the birds pass by
Ignoring all the storms that try to ruin the sky
Chasing the setting sun
Forever
And ever
Never let the day be done
No never
Never

Ooh, you're Sophie?" the girl - who Sophie assumed was Bex - asked. "My brother talks about you all the time."

"No I don't - and get back here, Lex!" Dex grabbed one of the boys by his furry collar and jerked him back to his side.

"Yes he does," the other boy - who had to be Rex - corrected, flashing a huge grin with a big black space where one of his front teeth was missing. "He liiiiiiiiiiiiikes you."

"I do not!"

"Yes you do!"

Sophie stared at her furry feet as all three kids made kissing noises and Dex threatened to destroy everything they owned and dragged them away.

Sophie smiled. "Yeah, I think you whined the entire way."
"We all have our gifts. And speaking of whining - "
"No whining in the happy place! Seriously, Keefe, try to concentrate.

Infinite possibilities. And none of them matter.
What matters is here and now.

She's amazing."
That comes out a bit gooier than I mean it to, and my cheeks burn. My whole head practically bursts into flames when I notice my parents. My mom's grinning her my little boy is growing up smile and my dad looks like he wants to pat me on the back and call me "slugger."
Parents: perfecting ways to humiliate their children since the dawn of time.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you," my mom whispers, her voice thick.
If she starts crying, I'm going to smother myself with my pillow.
Audra steps forward, offering a sturdy hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you, too. Vane talks about you guys all the time."
My parents beam and I can't help grinning. She sure knows how to charm the parental units.
"I wish I could say the same," my mom says, shooting me a glare. "He told us he had a date, but you're the first girl he's brought home. He must really like you."
"Mom," I complain, ready to bean her with my pillow. Or maybe the bedside lamp. Especially when Audra blushes bright red.

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Sophie stomach growled, and she gave herself three seconds to imagine it-to picture what it would be like to creep through the shimmering halls when they were empty and quiet and dark and see all the hidden places Keefe had discovered.

But...

"Don't you go shaking that adorable little head at me, Foster," Keefe said before she could get a word out.

But something about the way Grady was smiling at them made Sophie's cheeks feel hot. Dex must've noticed it too, because his face was bright red as he mumbled some excuse about his parents worrying if he wasn't home soon, and quickly leaped out of there

Keefe whistled, "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Dizznee.

How do you stop the inevitable, when no one else will?

But will you be able to live with yourself if something happens to anyone you love?

Keefe leaned his head against her shoulder and Sophie counted his breaths, considering what a strange thing grief turned out to be.
Grady and Edaline closed themselves off.
Fitz pushed everyone away.
She couldn't figure out how Keefe was handling it all yet. But she was glad he wanted her to stay.

Because our family doesn't decide who we are. WE decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes, that's the only thought that gets me through the day.

And now I need you to promise something to me. Don't worry, I won't tell you not to take risks, or not to worry about us, or any other impossible things. I just need you to promise that you'll never give up. No matter how hard it gets. Or how hopeless it feels. Never, ever give up." "I won't if you won't," Sophie whispered. "Never," Edaline promised.

Did I miss when you named them?" Edaline asked.
"Yeah, Keefe brought it up today - and be glad Silveny didn't go with Keeferina and the Keefster."
Grady sighed. "That boy."
"He's quite the character," Mr. Forkle agreed.

That falls into the category of advice that sounds helpful but actually makes no freaking sense.

My involvement with the Black Swan is usually more hands off. But today I must play babysitter, so I get to be this." He waved his hands at his fur before going back to scratching, and Sophie got a feeling she wasn't going to be a fan of Coiffe.

Who is this woman, and what has she done with my ever worrying mother?

No one thinks you're a flower Vane. We've all smelled you after training.
-Gus, Let the Storm Break

Hang on – what are you wearing?" Keefe asked as she threw back her covers, revealing the sparkly slogans on her tunic. "Is that a Bangs Boy reference? Because you know I haven't let him into the Foster Fan Club, right?"

Sophie rolled her eyes. "It's an inside joke – and Linh made this for me."

"Yeah, well, it still breaks the fan club rules. As penance, I'm giving you a tunic that says, 'Empaths Give Me All the Feels," and I expect to see you wear it twice as much as Bang Boys.

Aura of doom?" Keefe asked, a smirk curling his lips. "Sounds like my kind of party.

The Neverseen may think themselves brilliant schemers, full of plans no one would ever suspect.
But when it came to game-changing secrets, the Black Swan would always be the best.

She wasn't going to cry. She was going to fight.

They weren't friends. And they weren't actually sisters.
They were just two different girls from two different worlds.

if it is not a big deal why would you tell me. i asked Keefe.
well your cute when you worry

Tell my dad ... that I've been hiding his favorite cape in a closet on the twenty-ninth floor. But don't tell him the door is rigged with gulon gas. Let him find that out on his own.

That's impossible [ ... ] You need infinite energy for light travel. Haven't you heard of the theory of relativity?"
She thought she had him stumped with that one, but he just laughed again. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

It takes a special person to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.

Sophie Foster was going home.

It's all a rather dark shade of gray. But that's a color all of us are familiar with, aren't we?

Come to me swiftly, carry no trace. Lift me softly, then flow and race.

It was a dangerous world for a sparkly flying horse

And you get to bathe the verminion for the next month," Grady added.

Sophie groaned. She swore the giant mutant-hamster-thing had been plotting to destroy her since she'd helped trap it when it arrived at Havenfield. "That's just mean."

"No, that's awesome," Dex corrected.

"Glad you think so, Dex," Grady told him, " 'Cause you get to help her."

"Hey - I didn't do anything wrong!"

"I never said you did. But do you really think Sophie will let you just stand there and watch her work?

Why would she pick tunics you don't like?"

"Because they had to ruin them," she said, running her hand over her bare shoulder.

Fitz cleared his throat. "I... wouldn't call that ruined."

He didn't say what he would call it, though, and it made her with her Polyglot ability worked for translating Cute Boy so she could figure out if that was suppose to be a compliment.

It kinda felt like one.

She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. This is exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. It was the only way to survive as a twelve year old in high school.

Keefe, I...'

There were no words.

She threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him as tight as she could. Maybe if she never let go, she could hold the broken pieces together.

I don't care. They tried to take my family from me, and I'm not going to sit back anymore. So you better find a way to get out now, Keefe. Before you get caught in the cross fire.

But how is it redeeming to only care about ourself?

We wanted her to see that the shadows that scared her could be beau,titular and powerful when we learn how to control them," Edaline added.
Taking control.
It sounded so simple.
And so impossible.

Well, if you like honestly," Ro said, following him over to Keefe, "it stinks here, too. Everything smells like..."
"Fresh air?" Sophie guessed.
"Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier," Keefe said proudly.
"I'm not your girl," Sophie snapped back. "And don't think I'm done being mad at you!

In fact, most of the great human innovations of the last few centuries happened under elvin tutelage. Electricity. Penicillin. Chocolate cake.

Across the river, a row of crystal castles glittered in the sunlight in a way that would make Walt Disney want to throw rocks at his Magic Kingdom.

What?" Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. "Did I smudge it?"

"No, Foster. You look... perfect.

Moonlarks face more predators than most other creatures.So even though the parents follow their eggs across the ocean and are never far away,they do not make contact, and they do not bring their babies to the nest.Their insticts know that if they did, they would shelter the younglings and weaken their ability to survive.~Calla

What I'm trying to realize is that it's okay to be different. If everyone were the same, we'd all make the same mistakes. Instead we all face our own things, and that's not so bad because we have people who care about us to help us through. You have that, Keefe. We're all here for you. No matter what." -Sophie Foster

Sophie moved to his side. "Hey," she said, nudging him until he looked at her. "Think you can help me master these dance moves before the Ceremonies next week?"

A small grin spread across his lips. "I don't know. I can't exactly work miracles."

"Hey, I'm not that bad."

He grabbed her hands as she tried to shove him, and his face turned serious. "You're not bad at all. You're awesome."

He blushed after he said it, and Sophie dropped her eyes to the ground.

Mr. Snuggles is always the best thing to see when you first wake up.

Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie's brain- like being in a room with hundreds of TV's blaring different shows at the same time. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake.

She was a freak.

Having a family crest meant a lot to a girl who'd been adopted.

You may be the biggest news to hit the academy since The Great Gulon Incident three years ago - which, by the way, I had nothing to do with.
-Keeper of the Lost Cities

Alden turned to Grady. "I'm sorry to be late. I'd hoped to get here before the Hekses arrived. But Fitz, Keefe, and Biana insisted on seeing the long-lost alicorn, and someone needed time to fix their hair."

"Hey, a guy's gotta look his best for the ladies." Keefe patted the back of his head. "Right, Foster?"

Sophie ignored him - though she could feel her cheeks blushing.

Am I supposed to help Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle Earth? Or do I have to make toys in the North Pole?
-Keeper of the Lost Cities

We have too many villains," Sophie said through a sigh.

Keefe snorted. "You're not wrong.

Any idea what the pattern is?" Dex asked
"I'm not sure." Something felt familiar, a shadow of an idea, not formed enough to make sense. She poured through her memories, scrounging for the clue she was missing. The pieces clicked. "Elementine."
"What's the pattern?"
"I don't know, but I know Elementine is right.

We could all use a little wore weird in our lives.

So is it strange coming here and not being the one on trial?" Keefe asked, "Because I'd be happy to help you break a few laws if you're feeling left out.

We shouldn't pass judgment until we see how things play out. Actions never tell the whole story. Good can be done for the wrong reason. And bad can be misunderstood.

I have a feeling you can do whatever you put your mind to. Now go prove me right. You know, so I can brag about it.

The sky would be empty without the birds.

And I'm the only one with a plan," Fitz reminded them.
"Hey- I've got plans," Keefe argued.
"Plans that don't involve tormenting Dame Alina," Fitz clarified.
"But those are always the best plans!

Keefe marched through the doors to the Healing Center and declared, "Wow, it's like walking into a cloud of sulk in here."

He fanned the air away from his face as he made his way over. "I mean, I figured you be feeling a little lost about your Cognate buddy, but trust me: Fitzy isn't worth this much angst."

"I'm not pouting about Fitz, "Sophie informed him.

"Ah, so you admit you are pouting? "He countered, plopping on to the side of her cot with enough oomph to make the mattress bounce.

But I don't care what happens to her." "Then why are you crying?" She reached up to wipe his cheek and showed him the tear on her finger. "I . . ." The rest of his words twisted into a sob. Sophie held him tightly, letting him soak the shoulder of her tunic with tears. She wondered if Fitz had felt this helpless when she'd done the same thing to him. He'd seemed so strong and steady that day, when he'd taken her from her human family. She wished she could be the same for Keefe.

Keefe was going to slay her over this

Fitz's eyes never left Sophie's as he let Biana lead them for forward, offering one last smile before he left.

It was only a half a smile.

But she knew it was just for her.

THAT'S MY BOX OF PRATTLES!"
"NOT ANYMORE!" "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-REX STOLE MY CANDY!"
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD-BEX SMELLS LIKE DRAGON POOP!"
"SO DOES REX!" another voice added. "STAY OUT OF THIS, LEX!

Our choices define us,' Vespera informed him.
'Wrong,' Keefe argued. 'Choice is only a tiny part of it.

Sophie sighed. "You don't have to do this."

"If you're talking about being adorable, I really can't help myself."

He said it with a wink and a smirk-which wasn't playing fair. But she managed to stop her lips from curling into a smile.

You're being dumb," Sophie told him. "Technopathy is cool."

"Easy for you to say. It's not fair you get to be a Telepath and an Inflictor.

The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back - clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.
Fitz's eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever.

Clearly, it's time to lay down the ground rules and let her know she can't order me around. This is my life, and I'm going to be in control of it.
"I can train with you in the afternoons, as long as we go somewhere with air-conditioning. But before we do that, you're explaining everything. Got it?"
Personally I'm pretty proud of the line I just drew in the sand.
But Audra's eyes narrow and her jaw sets, turning her face into a series of hard lines. "You seem to be under the misimpression that you're in charge here, so let me correct that right now." She whips her arms in front of her and whispers, "Rush."
A blast of wind slams against my chest and sends me flying backward. I grunt as my back crashes into one of the remaining walls of the fire-scarred house. The wind pins me to the scratchy stucco and my eyes water from the racing air.
Audra steps toward me, the glare in her eyes leaving no doubt that she can end me right here, right now.
"Let's get a few things straight," she says, her voice deadly serious. "We're in a tremendous amount of danger, and I am responsible for keeping everyone in this valley alive - including you. No one will be making greater sacrifices than I will, so you will do what I say when I say it - and you will do it without complaint. Is. That. Understood?

We could dig into some of the small stuff we hold back."

"Like what?"

He started his hands, twisting the Cognate rings round and round before he transmitted, like all the stuff you tell Keefe and don't tell me.

It's amazing he made it through without me bashing his pretty face."

"Aw, did you hear that? Ro thinks I'm pretty! I mean- I usually go for more of a roguish handsome, but..." He tosses his hair and fluttered his eyelashes.

Sophie's lips curled into a smile-without her permission.