She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and… — 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
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
“It was my jewelry!” Briar shouted after his father because he’d forgotten to ask what was stolen.” — Shannon Hale Copy Share
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 Copy Share
