10 Quotes by Jennifer Lynn Alvarez

What do you have to say about that?” “Nothing to you.

Star twitched his ears. “I was practicing.” He wouldn’t tell anyone, including his friends, about Rockwing’s offer. His friends would worry, and Sun Herd was already suspicious of him, and they didn’t need another reason to fear him.

Where was the line between destroying for evil and destroying for good?

Any luck with the flying?” she asked. Star shook his curly black mane. “No. I can’t even lift my wings off my back, let alone flap them.” “Did those colts see you trying to fly?” Morningleaf asked. “Is that how the fight started?

Star swished his tail as if he could erase the day. “No. They talked about my mother.” Morningleaf narrowed her eyes. “Don’t listen to them. Your mother is a legend.” “I know,” Star whispered, nodding his head. Each century when the Hundred Year Star appeared, a black foal was born to one mare in Anok – and this century, that mare had been his dam, Lightfeather.

Look at me; I look like a flying pegasus.” “Squawk,” said Crabwing, dancing in the sand. Suddenly, and without warning, cold rain dumped from the sky, and Star was soaked in seconds. Star nickered to his bird. “That’s what I get for admiring myself.

Morningleaf took a deep, proud breath. “No pregnant mare could have migrated alone, with no help from the herd, like she did. She’s incredible.” Star knew all about that, but it didn’t make him feel any better, because his mother had died and was gone forever.

Grasswing blocked him. “No, Star!” Mossberry’s flesh and feathers melted off her wings, and Star saw the outline of her thin bones. She dropped to the ground, engulfed in flames, her legs flailing upside down.

Bumblewind trotted to Star and wrapped his wing around his neck. “Anyway, if you keep practicing, you’ll fly one day, Star. I know it. Nightwing was born a dud too.” Morningleaf smacked him. “Don’t talk about Nightwing.” Star exhaled. Nightwing was a black foal that lived four hundred years ago.