“She had read too many romantic novels of a dark and dreary bent to really be surprised—The Castle of Otranto was one of her favorite English reads. For all intents and purposes, she was the overwrought, terrified heroine wandering around… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t just one charmante,” Belle said slowly. “It was…dozens. It was like…they were helping all of them…escape….That’s why there were all of those… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“So, Royal Princess- excuse me, Sultana Jasmine- coming to admire your soon-to-be kingdom?" he said with a smile. "Yes, I want to make some… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“In adventure books there weren't awkward pauses or embarrassing social scenes. In morality plays and farces there were rarely serious discussions of racial tension,… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Your generation has no sense of responsibility to a group, a calling higher than your own. You treat random friends like family and family… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Books were so simple about these things, fairy tales so straightforward! There were peasants, and then there were kings and queens. Sometimes there were… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“When other children dreamed of mansions with fountains and big silky beds and servants to do their bidding, this was what Belle dreamed about.… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“When you're young, you think the world will make room for who you are and what you want… And then you find the world… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, if you explain to the judge, he will be lenient. He will... weigh your circumstances. But that is his job. Mine is to… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Maurice,” she croaked one last time, as loudly as she could. His eyes widened. “Rosalind?” he murmured. Then his face went red in a… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Spread over what must have been at least a hectare or two was the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. There was an… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“I don't speak well as the pictures in my head do. I can't... fully... the possibilities... It's too much to explain all at once.… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“She walked to the doorway and looked up at the sky; even with the dust she could see Hormozd, the large red planet, just… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
