“As the next Cinderella, she would have to marry whichever fairytale prince ended up in her story. But she couldn't help making… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Ashlynn washed her face, put on an apron, and then opened wide the door to her shoe closet. This princess wouldn't care… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“There was a clink of glass slippers against the wood floor, and then her mother appeared in the doorway. She had the… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“A ball--things happen at a ball. Cinderella happened at a ball. Jane might happen.” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Good morning! The sun is up! Wake up! Time to eat," said the birds. "Good morning," Ashlynn said back. There was a… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don’t Mind a Bit,” said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. “My, but… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share
“Um… I guess that’s that,” said Cerise. “That?” said Maddie. “That is never that. This is that. Or else that is this. And this… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
“He wildly combed his hair with his fingers. “I can’t bear to be out there with you right now, all those indifferent people watching… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page? — Shannon Hale Copy Share
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share
“It was my jewelry!” Briar shouted after his father because he’d forgotten to ask what was stolen.” — Shannon Hale Copy Share
Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like people, they… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
