“Three mysteries are grasped by no man: The mistletoe green between earth and sky, The sadness in a maiden’s smile, The runes shaped by the changing moon.” — Nancy Springer Copy Share Image
I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour. — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face. Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if… — Nancy Springer Copy Share
Confound my genteel upbringing! I could not think of any name foul enough to call him. — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“All the words I had prepared turned coward and fled my mind like conscripts deserting a battlefield.” — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would… — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“Dimly, with her burning heart more than her mind, she began to understand why she had always liked gay men. They suffered, were persecuted,… — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“Three mysteries are grasped by no man: The mistletoe green between earth and sky, The sadness in a maiden’s smile, The runes shaped by… — Nancy Springer Copy Share
“To her, everything is beautiful in its own way, and everyone is a friend just waiting for her. And somehow it works for her.” — Nancy Springer Copy Share
