“It was late afternoon, and classes were over for the day. Apple and Briar Beauty had walked to the Village of Book End to treat themselves to something yummy. They sat on a bench beneath a weeping willow. The songbirds… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“He didn't say anything. Then he leaned closer, so that his arm touched my shoulder. A jolt ran down my body. Everyone in our… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Troy sighed with frustration. "Let me get this straight. We're stuck in the story of Romeo and Juliet and we can't get home without… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“My son, there is no reason to be distraught. The leeches will cleanse your wound." The friar scratched one of his enormous ears with… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?" He frowned. "I don't know how… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“As long as there have been stories, there have been characters that refuse to stick to the outline.” — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Running away from home is not a good idea. Unless, of course, you happen to be forty years old, and then your parents will… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairyberries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“I don't know what laws of physics are involved, but if you fill a gym with teenagers and tell them to stare at one… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“While Ginger didn't like the evil-recipe days, she certainly loved the treat-making days. She liked rolling dough and cutting it into perfect shapes. She… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Rosabella Beauty was the daughter of the famous Beauty, a girl whose love had turned the Beast back into a prince. Darling Charming was… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Magically modified food is a serious issue," Rosabella said. "We don't know the long-term effects on our bodies." She grabbed her ever-present picket sign.… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Surely there were others like me, born without an inkling of direction. The wanderers, the amblers, the dabblers, united by our purposeless mantra-I have… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
