“It was my jewelry!” Briar shouted after his father because he’d forgotten to ask what was stolen.” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Despite her mother, Raven had always been a nice girl. Yes, she would grow up to poison and rampage and try to… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“These stories had intrigued her with their strange mix of violence and love, so unlike the distant, passionless affection of her own… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
We know it's all just daydreaming. In all likelihood, no one in this forest'll ever get a javelin, and I'll never see… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“During Snow White's story, her mother had somehow survived sharing a castle with the Greatest Evil the World Has Ever Known and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“There was a clink of glass slippers against the wood floor, and then her mother appeared in the doorway. She had the… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“I’m here!” Years ago, her mother used to host hundreds of guests at that dining table. Tonight, as usual, the only diners… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“This was the part where Charlotte, heroine, remembered she was a twenty-first-century woman and a mother. This was Charlotte saying, Hell no!” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Good morning! The sun is up! Wake up! Time to eat," said the birds. "Good morning," Ashlynn said back. There was a… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Every night before bed, her mother had told her a story that should have been frightening: Scary Evil Queen. Huntsman ordered to… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don’t Mind a Bit,” said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. “My, but… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Um… I guess that’s that,” said Cerise. “That?” said Maddie. “That is never that. This is that. Or else that is this. And this… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“He wildly combed his hair with his fingers. “I can’t bear to be out there with you right now, all those indifferent people watching… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
