“And, as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Phoebe realized how very wrong she’d been about this house, this family. It was far darker, more dangerous than the places she’d grown up… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Madness is always a wonderful excuse, don’t you think? For doing terrible things to other people.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Q: Bury deep, Pile on stones, Yet I will Dig up the bones. What am I? A: Memories — A FOLK RIDDLE” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time." An incantation.” — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
What if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you’d been preparing for them? — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
