The Girl Who Could Not Dream

All her life, Sophie had been taught that books are precious. Each one holds people and worlds. Each one is a piece of someone's heart and mind that they chose to share. They were shared dreams.

Did he really just poop a rainbow? Seriously, did that just happen? Because I saw it happen.

I am not a THAT. I am a pegasus, direct descendant of Poseidon and foaled by the Gorgon Medusa during the moment in which Perseus decapitated her--which, by the way, was rude. YOU, on the other hand, are descended from dirt." "Monkeys, actually. And YOU were designed by a toy company.

We can't have a conversation." "I'm being quiet." "Yeah, but I'm sitting alone. This looks weird." "Then don't talk. I'll do a monologue. 'But soft, what light through yonder window breaks--

What do you call a group of monsters?" "Awesome.

What’s that?” Ethan asked. “It’s a book,” Monster said. “I know it’s a book. I meant, how’s it supposed to help?” “Most answers can be found in books,” Monster said solemnly. “As a wise man who wasn’t Eleanor Roosevelt once said, ‘Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog, it’s too dark to read.

You're upset. Who upset you? Tell me, and I'll bite him." "No biting." "Little nibbles?" "No." "Ferocious licks?" "Ew.

Nothing that's loved is ever really gone.

If you think I’m just going to meekly stay here and let him put me back in that room, then you don’t know me very well.” She poked Sophie in the shoulder. “There are things in this world that are stronger than you. Sicknesses you’re born with. Things that can’t be cured. But that doesn’t mean you quit fighting them. That doesn’t mean you don’t try. My sister has been in and out of the hospital since she was born. She should have died when she was six months and again when she was two and then four and then six, but my parents don’t give up. Even though it’s hopeless because she won’t ever get better. Even though it costs them everything else in their lives, they keep fighting because it might buy them one more day. And you’re saying you want me to give up? Meekly go back? Not try? Uh-uh, Freak Girl. Think again. If we can’t go for help, if you can’t hide, then we’re going to fight.

Only way to be safe is to let me protect you. You can be part of my family. You can be with your parents again, and we’ll all become rich together. How does that sound?” Monster sniffed. “It sounds like a join-the-Dark-Side speech.