Marco moves to close the distance between them, kissing away her tears before catching her lip with his own. As he kisses… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,”… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Celia laughs and a curl of her hair falls across her cheek. Marco tentatively moves to brush it off her face, but… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
You can say anything with a Post-It. I’m not entirely sure why that is. Maybe the friendliness of the squares makes it… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“The Burgess sisters arrive together. Tara and Lainie do a little bit of everything. Sometimes dancers, sometimes actresses. Once they were librarians, but that… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Bedtime stories Eventide Rhapsodies Anthologies of Memory Please enter cautiously and feel free to open what is closed” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“When all of this is over, no matter which one of us wins, I will not let you go so easily. Agreed?” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Even the ground beneath his feet feels unsatisfying to his boots.” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Why haven’t you asked me how I do my tricks?” Celia asks, once they have reached the point where she is certain he is… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I binge write. I think it's because I started seriously writing by participating in National Novel Writing Month, an online-based challenge to write 50,000… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“He reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Behind him, the sheep, left to their own devices, decide to wander through the open gate into the field beyond.” — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
