Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought, bending to pick it up. It was sort of a bundle. She began to untie it. - Jeanne DuPrau
She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart---- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend.--City of Ember-- - Jeanne DuPrau
Doon was touched. Kenny looked like a tiny little wisp, but there was something strong inside him. --People of Sparks-- - Jeanne DuPrau