It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips - emergency reading - not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone. — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
I don't know how you're standing here. Yet you haven't broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I'm not sure you can… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“Their premise is that chaos and bloodshed are preferable to just regulations. We disagree.” — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“In his first communication, which arrived via homing canister, Hank told me that if we acquired the Translocator, he had a way to smuggle… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“Don’t eat more than you want,” Grandma said. Kendra realized she had been toying with her pancakes, procrastinating the next bite. “I’m kind of… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Can't you home school me?" Nate pleaded. "You would never do any work." (Nate's mom) "Sounds perfect! — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter." He held out a gray, speckled envelope. "Happy birthday to you!" Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications. Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away. "Dear Kendra," Seth improvised, "you're the only girl who really gets me, you know, and I think you're… — Brandon Mull Copy Share
“Rotten apples stay spoiled, Nedwin said. Copernum and his allies will hang themselves with future crimes.” — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
