“thought you said she wasn’t with thieves.” “It’s not like that, Celia.” — Ruth Ann Nordin Copy Share Image
“She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia's spinaches when Tam Lin… — Nancy Farmer Copy Share Image
“It frightens me how much I like it,” Celia finishes, turning her face back to his. “How tempting it is to lose… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
