He is ever inglorious His laugh is laborious His smell is…

“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

“Sometimes instinct isn't fancy.”

— Shannon Hale

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?

— Shannon Hale

“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

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

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

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

“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

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

“Sometimes it seems my identity’s a matter of opinion”

— Shannon Hale

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

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

— Shannon Hale

Smell is the voice of the soul...

— Shannon Hale

“It was my jewelry!” Briar shouted after his father because he’d forgotten to ask what was stolen.”

— Shannon Hale

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