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Keeper Quotes

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Shelly Crane
“You are the light in a dark place. You are the water to my drought. You are everything I never knew existed and everything I wanted all at the same time.”
Shelly Crane, Catalyst

Shannon Messenger
“She wasn’t the Black Swan’s puppet anymore.
She was broken.
All she had left was trust.”
Shannon Messenger, Exile

Shannon Messenger
“Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz?”
Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities

Shannon Messenger
“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.”
Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities

Shannon Messenger
“He turned away and his hands grabbed something. A tiny purple Albertosaurus, and the note she’d given him with it. If she could’ve felt her chest, her heart would’ve skipped a beat.”
Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities

Shannon Messenger
“She was amazed Silveny had even let them get close enough to attach the reins. Clearly she needed to teach the glittering horse how to recognize pure evil.”
Shannon Messenger, Exile

Victoria Schwab
“There have been times when I've wavered. When I thought maybe I wanted to be normal. But the thing is, what we do, it's in our blood. It's who we are. Normal wouldn't fit us, even if we wanted to wear it.”
Victoria Schwab, The Unbound

Shannon Messenger
“Sophie Foster was going home.”
Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities

Mandy Hale
“The only keeper of your happiness is you. Stop giving people the power to control your smile, your worth and your attitude.”
Mandy Hale

Shannon Messenger
“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.”
Shannon Messenger

Israelmore Ayivor
“Some people have just rented your body to live in it for sometime and depart. Others consider you as a permanent residence to dwell in forever. Which ever, you must remember to accommodate all those who want to be accommodated. Be each other's keeper”
Israelmore Ayivor

Israelmore Ayivor
“Leave me alone", is not a good news! "Let's be together" is not a bad news. We were made to be each others keepers. Let love lead”
Israelmore Ayivor

Zubair Ahsan
“But I will love you in this fire and blood
And I will be the keeper of your smile”
Zubair Ahsan

Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker
“I am the keeper of my husband's history.”
Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker, The Fugitive's Doctor

Ngina Otiende
“God created a woman to be the keeper of her home. She sets the tone, and where her mind and heart goes, her home and marriage tend to follow.”
Ngina Otiende, The Wedding Night: Embracing Sexual Intimacy as New Bride

Bijou Hunter
“Skye snorted. “Parents are so lame sometimes. Mine think I’m a virgin. They also think I’d never drink beer because I’m a calorie freak. No one is that much of a calorie freak.”
Frowning as she yanked me along, I wondered about the calories in those tacos. Skye must have sensed my concerns because she snorted again.
“The freshman fifteen is expected. If we don’t pack on a little weight, people will think we’re full of ourselves. Those girls over there,” she said, waving her hand in the direction of a bevy of pretty sorority girls. “They’re obsessed with being hot. Unfortunately, while you can snag a man by being hot, you can’t keep him. To keep them, you have to be confident and I am. I’m just confident enough to pack on a few pounds from eating tacos. I’m a keeper”
Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Beast

Dan Groat
“I’m not lookin’ to be anybody’s keeper. What I say and do is meant to protect me. If it works for somebody else, that’s okay, but I don’t want people depending on me to save them.”
Dan Groat, Monarchs and Mendicants

“You can only be your brother's keeper if he allows you”
Ikechukwu Izuakor

Ellie Elisabeth
“You and a select few of your ancestors, including your mother, are special protectors of your realm, here on earth. You are here to keep balance between what is right and wrong, good and evil. You and you alone are the Keeper of a deadly sword, known as the Ferryman. You must learn to wield the Ferryman and protect your world from destruction.”
Ellie Elisabeth, The Half Life

Lynne Ewing
1249 A.D.

The Keeper pulled the illuminated manuscript from its hiding place and spread it on the stone hearth. The golden border caught the fire's light, and its reflection looked like an eye flashing open. At once the illusion vanished, but something else caught the Keeper's attention, and the shock of it took his breath away. Within the enlarged first letter, the miniature of the goddess unlocking the jaws of hell had changed; her beauty was gone, replaced by the cruel gaze of a Follower. Was this another change the Scroll had wrought upon itself, or had someone tampered with its magic again?
The Keeper dipped his paintbrush in brown pigment and began drawing a tree on the parchment, curving its limbs over and around the calligraphy until the words were hidden in a maze of twisting branches. For centuries he had devoted himself to uncovering this forbidden knowledge, and now he had assumed the duty of protecting it. He wished he could follow the Path, but the Prophecy was clear; only the child of a fallen goddess and an evil spirit could follow the steps without fear of the Scroll's curse.
Many had died trying to use its magic, but that wasn't the reason the Keeper now kept it hidden, denying its existence. A dangerous transformation had taken place. The Scroll had somehow come to life, as if the words written on the parchment had infused it with an instinct for survival. He could feel it now, alert and suspicious beneath his fingers.
When it was no longer watching him, he dropped his brush, grabbed a reed pin, dipped it into the glutinous black ink, and wrote one final instruction on the last page. His deception awakened whatever lived within the manuscript. Intense light shot through him with deadly force, binding his existence to that of the Secret Scroll for all time.

Lynne Ewing, The Prophecy