Fireball Key Quotes

First off, Alex is clever and curious in the book Skeleton Key. He was clever throughout the book so far. At the start of the book it says, “He ran on tip toe… Now was the time to move” (Horowitz 135-136). This quotes explains that he was on a yacht and saw that one of his partners was in trouble and being held hostage. Alex thought a diversion quickly, which was to set the yacht on fire. His goal was to get everyone outside to help put out the fire while Alex and his partner escaped without being seen. It went exactly as planned, but the boss was still in the room and he had to kill him to save his partner. Further, the second reason he is clever is how he fought the security guard. During the fight he is thinking how is he going to attack the enemy and defend him while trying to find an escape during the fight.

Over time, the individuals within Herot have become aware of the evils and menacing conditions that have sprung from Grendel’s and his mother environment. Unfortunately, Beowulf’s boastful attitude and past war experiences with numerous creatures has led him to undermine dangers of the lair. During Hrothgar’s speech to Beowulf, Hrothgar uses figurative language, vivid imagery, and displeasing syntax to demonstrate how Grendel’s environment is filled with treachery, hellish components, and danger, creating a sense of fear and concern for Beowulf, which will allow him to develop a humble attitude. The poem provides a description on how creatures that possess superior qualities, similar to Beowulf, do not survive in Grendel’s lair. Hrothgar uses distasteful syntax and provides vivid examples to assert how creatures that contain superior characteristics and/or qualities are tarnished by the menacing environment.

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

" He had to go my lord. Him, His kids were a threat to your throne. We had to stop them!”

1. Buck - A half St. Bernard and half sheepdog that was kidnapped and sold as a sled dog.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

ISU Essay - Matched There are many global problems in the world today. Poverty, war and disease are a few examples. The novel Matched by Ally Condie is staged in the future. It is a time where the Society replaces the government and controls everyone’s life. Cassia Reyes is the main character and narrator of this book.

Turning my head toward the sound of the voice, I watch as Zev stalks towards me with an evil grin. In my dragon form I do not have the ability to speak other than through our minds so I shift back to my Carpathian self without donning my clothes. His look speaks volumes as he takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

“Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures.”

I stared down at the dragon, while Kheiron floated in place his soft fur rippling as he sang mysterious melodies concerning the place and it’s magic and chanted about the kingdoms secrets. His words worked their way into my mind.

Not a moment later, a hideous troll crosses the leaf littered path; it’s as macabre as a ghoul, if not more. It grumbles to itself, and scratches it’s extensive, blotchy stomach. With it comes a hideous stench of methane and decay (only the Gods knew what it had been up to). It suddenly stops at the edge of the path. Every animal holds it’s – perhaps – final breath. The grotesque creature then plunders on; animals begin to sing gleefully again, and the wind whispers vociferously once more.

I shuffled and lowered my body parallel to the border, knowing that no patrols would stop by at this time of day. My eyes began to water and I let out a shaky gasp as my voice rasped, "Oh Starclan, what am I suppose to do?" Distress poured out of my voice, as I wrapped my tail around my paws.

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

“Do you know of whom you speak to?” Thor interjected, taking a few steps forward to tower over the Mage. The much shorter man scuttled away so as not to be crushed under the prince’s hammer, but the eldest son of Odin had not served a piece of his mind just yet. “I will not tolerate some strange little man in a dress slandering the future King of Asgard…”

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of