Hazel had read enough books to know that a line like this one is the line down which your life breaks in two. And you have to think very carefully about whether you want to cross it, because once you… — 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
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
“This is what happens on journeys—the things you find are not necessarily the things you had gone looking for.” — Anne Ursu Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“...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
“What are you supposed to do when something like that happens? Do you hold on or let go?” — Anne Ursu Copy Share
“You can’t just kill a swan and wrap yourself in its skin, you know. It takes something from you. In her case it took… — Anne Ursu Copy Share
“The house felt strange. Altered. Like someone had come in during the day and shrunk all the furniture just a tiny bit.” — Anne Ursu Copy Share
