“Ah.' The godmother smiled then, and cracks ran across her skin from the motion, like a plaster wall falling apart. As Marra… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“They emerged, stumbling in to the starlight. The man at Marra's side gasped in air as if he had never breathed before.… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“It struck Marra, watching, as an extravagance of grief. Someone wanted the world to know how sad he could afford to be.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Between one stride and the next, the herd of reindeer faded away. She felt a last few ghosts go with her, shoulder on shoulder,… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Headache is always preferable to heartache, and if you’re focusing on not throwing up, you aren’t thinking about how the friends of your youth… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Thank you,” breathed Rhea. “Oh, thank you! I will never step on a slug again!” She could have sworn that the nearest slug turned… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“But as long as they gave us medals, that fixed it, as far as the army was concerned. You expect heroes to survive terrible… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“—and start a little before the beginning, because we are usually wrong about where things begin.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“You're from Florida. There's got to be more holes to hell in Florida than any other state.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“—but the world is unfair, and sometimes we must use that unfairness to our advantage.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“My heart is smaller,” she whispered. “Of course,” said the woman. “Reindeer have greater hearts than humans. They have to, to give us as… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Inspiration knocks now and again, but spite bangs on the door all year long.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“This was like that, only without the flash or the headache. I felt the world shift around me. Javier hadn't been looking at me… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“And you and your wise prince will talk long into the night, every night, and live to a ripe old age. And the children… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
