“Beautiful building,” Phoebe said. Sam nodded. “Classical Revival,” he said. It was yet another display of his seemingly unending knowledge that both made her proud and made her feel very small. Maybe if she had gone to college she would… — 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
