“A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“PEASEBLOSSOM A gloaming peace this evening with it brings In the countryside where we lay our scene Toad-ballad accompan'd, crickets sing, and cupcake crumbs make fairy hands unclean. An indignant Moth squeaked, "There were cupcakes?!” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than "I survived it.” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Shh,” Cobweb said with a well-time jab of the elbow, “we might be able to get some dignity out of this, if we play… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“A whirlwind tour, I think, with each day starting in a different city, you wearing a different silk dress, tasting food the likes of… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“What are you doing here, Ariel? I would have thought you'd be halfway to Timbuktu." lisa mantchev - perchance to dream” — lisa mantchev Copy Share Image
“ There is a Beatrice who exists beyond the obligations of a daughter, outside the object of man's affections. ” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Words are like the delicate stitches in the dress you wear, holding the fabric of the garmet together. Without them, the dress and the… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?" "Shut up," she ordered… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“And now, the bane of your existence, the killer of all joys, the Stage Manager-” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
