#fig lang

[sassysentences]

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

[sassysentences]

I am not plain, or average or - God forbid - vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top.

― Wendy Mass, Every Soul A Star

[sassysentences]

The Manhattan morgue emitted an endless Gregorian chant of smell.

The Cobra Event, p.58 by Richard Preston

[sassysentences]

The sun hid behind the dark and lowering clouds.

Crispin, p.1 Avi

[sassysentences]

Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named.

The Hunger Games, p. 3 by Suzanne Collins

[sassysentences]

Flickering her long dark ponytail over her shoulder in a move so final, so dismissive, it's like a period at the end of a sentence.

Blue Moon, p.78 Alyson Noel

[sassysentences]

His all-encompassing laugh chasing behind me, following me across the boulevard and onto the street.

Blue Moon, p.76 Alyson Noel

[sassysentences]

She let the word snow melt on her tongue like a delicious, creamy chocolate.

The Thief Lord, p.195 by Cornelia Funke