But if you were Charlotte, and you had been feeling that life was some cosmic joke that had no punchline, and in… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
Hazel had read enough books to know that a line like this one is the line down which your life breaks in… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
If shadows were caused by the interplay between light and Life, a child's was still forming. An adult's was inextricably bound to… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
She'd read once that if you ran into a bear in the woods you should avoid eye contact and you shouldn't run away, but… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
Jack believed in something—he believed in white witches and sleighs pulled by wolves, and in the world the trees obscured. He believed that there… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“This is what happens on journeys—the things you find are not necessarily the things you had gone looking for.” — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“A sick-hued darkness overtook Hazel. There was ground, somewhere, and somewhere beyond that there was a palace, and somewhere beyond that was a witch,… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“She hated this place. Nothing made sense. Nothing worked as it was supposed to. She was supposed to be learning things as she went… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“She came in thinking she would rescue him, like some sort of story, like a little kid pretending to be a brave knight. He… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“She did not like seeing her loved ones like this, bent over with sorrow; everything in her wanted to cry out, to thrash and… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“Hazel knew her mother really meant I hope there is something you were dying to do at school today, that you are learning to… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
She looked at her shelves, filled with books in which the bad stuff that happened to people was caused by things like witches who… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“I believe that the world isn’t always what we can see,” he said. “I believe there are secrets in the woods. And I believe… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“...she wore weird baggy clothes and seemed like the sort of person who might tesser in some dark and stormy night.” — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“What are you supposed to do when something like that happens? Do you hold on or let go?” — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
