Quotes from Alan Gratz

Dee hurriedly wrapped both wounds with bits of cloth to stem the bleeding.

Samira had been walking for hours. It was almost dawn—that strange time when it's still dark but the birds wake up and the forest comes to life with the scuttling of little animals. The air was sharp and cool, and dew glistened on the grass. Any minute now, the sun would peek up over the horizon, turning the blue-gray sky orange. And Samira would be too late. She was weary, but hope, fear, worry kept her moving.

A wide streak of blood trailed from the entrance of the tomb to Hideki's father, and Hideki's heart lurched.

Archie was getting seriously tired of being underground all the time.

I thought you were captured!" Archie yelled back. "Please," Clyde said. "There were only five of them.

Heaven help me, Hideki thought. I've gotten used to it.

The Golden Gate Bridge was a tall orange suspension bridge that connected the city of Don Francisco to the Marin Headlands on the other side. It had been built millennia ago by some ancient civilization

I'm saving it for the Krauts, fathead," Sid said. "I'm gonna kill the first German I see, and every single Kraut I meet from Normandy to Berlin.

Cruelty to prisoners the Nazis could abide. But not cruelty to animals.

Adolf Hitler was a few inches shorter than all of his guards. The first thing you noticed about him was his pale face and his long, ratlike nose with that bushy little mustache under it. His dark brown hair swept down across his forehead to just above his eyes, which were baggy and tired-looking.

Miss Hachi," he said. "Master Fungus." "Fergus.

Cubs are super cute, but you do not want to come between a cub and it's mother. Momma Bear will wreck you.

Twisted pistons!" Clyde called. "I can't get this thingamajig to go back in the whatchamadoodle. Unless it goes in this doohickey…" "Sounds very technical," Kitsune said.

It was all Ray could do not to pee his green pants.

We sang as we walked, all of us, singing a hundred different songs, and the Nazis let us sing. Another small mercy. Or perhaps they too missed the way the world had been before the war.

That's what a bully is," his dad said. "Somebody who pushes people around and never gets in trouble for it.

You were thinking maybe you two could share a room

Fergus's eyes went wide. "I don't believe it." "I know," Archie said. "This is huge!" "No," Fergus said. "I mean, I don't believe you hired the blinking Pinkertons!

How was he standing on top of the water, but still moving?

They only see us when we do something they don't want us to do

The Yamato will be here soon, and it'll smash those American ships!

Nope! Not now!" Taz agreed, letting them hurry him along.

Nobody liked Herr Professor Doktor Major Melcher. For one thing, he had too many titles.

A life was a symphony, with different movements and complicated musical forms. A song was something shorter. A smaller piece of a life.