The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Well do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The first building she reached appeared to be an old barn. Only one young guard stood before its bolted door, staring at… — 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 Image
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
