“And now, the bane of your existence, the killer of all joys, the Stage Manager-” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“His tiny, naked butt disappeared into the stream as he cried, "Wheeeee! Balls out!" I think that's a rugby reference," Bertie said.… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“About the time he threatened her nose with his finger, Peaseblossom lost her grip on the situation with the boys. The door… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“This is a theater," Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Peaseblossom-decorous, proper Peaseblossom-dropped her trousers to waggle her naked, pale bottom at the Stage Manager. Bertie laughed involuntarily, choked on her coffee,… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“The Brigands charged in with their weapons drawn. "Who are you?" Young Bertie asked. "We're the bad guys!" their leader announced. "What… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Maybe I didn't try as hard as I ought when he started calling you names. Serves him right, the nasty old turd.… — 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
