“Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb” — Richard Due Copy Share Image
“You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn” — Richard Due Copy Share Image
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter” — Richard Due Copy Share Image
“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“I’m alive,” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives… — J. Joseph Wright Copy Share Image
“The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?” Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“What’s going on?” Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.” She pulled a chair out and sat down. Faye stared at her… — Taylor Keys Copy Share Image
“Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled. Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and… — Richard Due Copy Share Image
“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.” “Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?” “Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,”… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?” Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“Perrotte frowned. “I’d like to turn a plowshare into a sword ,” she said. “I’d cut our way out of those thorns,… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“You’re not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge.” He paused and shook his head at himself. “And Perrotte’s away for a few… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
