“and she rarely went on holiday. (note: she used the British word for "vacation" in her thoughts, an early sign that she'd… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“and curiouser. Maddie supposed she would never totally understand this nonsensical world” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Hope had been beaten to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Hope had beaten her to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“You are not doing something foolish, are you?" In fact, she was, but that didn't mean she had to stop glaring.” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
A heart's a heart, in a child or a man. You are tougher than you feel right now. Your roots are deep,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . .… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“She was craving anything real - bad smells and stupid men, missed trains and tedious jobs. But she remembered that mixed up… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“She felt really alone now. But here's the thing- suddenly she felt as though she belonged inside the aloneness, and that feeling… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Finn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her--Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work… — 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
