Patrick Carman
Atherton: The House of Power is a notable work by Patrick Carman, an American novelist and children's writer who works in the science fiction genre.
Carman was born on February 27, 1966, in Salem, and is a citizen of the United States. He was educated at Willamette University before establishing himself as a novelist, children's writer, and science fiction writer. Writing in English, he has produced fiction across these overlapping categories, and Atherton: The House of Power stands as a recognized title within his body of work.
Carman's authorized label in the Library of Congress Name Authority File is recorded as "Carman, Patrick," reflecting his catalogued standing as a writer of fiction. His work spans the intersecting fields of children's literature and science fiction, and Atherton: The House of Power represents a concrete point of reference within that output.
Quotes by Patrick Carman
It all scares me, and it’s all like clothes in a dryer that just keep rolling around in my head from one day to the next.
You don’t get to choose what the world would require of you. You got to choose only how you responded.
He had big plans for you,” I said with tears rolling down my face. “That’s why it took so long.” Sir Alistair stopped and looked back, looking with affection at Marco, Yipes, and me. “We all play our part. Some roles just dray on a little more than others.
She had long been a cold and calculating person, and yet she had never given in to the darkness entirely. She would remember her mother’s touch or the voice of a lost friend, and the tiniest bit of hope would return.
Friends can feel such things in times of peril, as if a long, thin string holds them carefully together, tugging at one another through the open space of a dangerous world. The.
I have failed, and failed, and failed again,′ he said. ‘But no amount of failure can move Elyon’s hand of affection away from me. It’s inescapable. To live boldly for that kind of love is the least I can do.
Jade, it’s your call,” Faith said, pulling the scene squarely back on course. “We’re locked up. We’re probably not getting out alive. You tell me. Should I log into that device and send a message to Hawk telling him to lower the firewalls, or should I tell the Quinns to go to hell?” Jade looked at the floor. She looked at her shoes, one of which was untied. She looked up at Faith, and then directly at Clara Quinn. “Go to hell.
If you make something your life’s work, make sure it’s something you can feel proud of when you’re an old relic like me.