“Anyone who loves books the way Homer does, loves libraries, too. It doesn't matter if the library has fancy red leather chairs and gold-plated shelves that reach to a vaulted ceiling, or if the library has splintery wooden benches and… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“He didn't say anything. Then he leaned closer, so that his arm touched my shoulder. A jolt ran down my body. Everyone in our little group watched, waiting for a response. "I would be honored to escort you, Katrina." "Oh. Okay." I pulled the bathrobe collar as high as it would go to hide my flaming cheeks. Malcolm slapped his… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“Troy sighed with frustration. "Let me get this straight. We're stuck in the story of Romeo and Juliet and we can't get home without… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“My son, there is no reason to be distraught. The leeches will cleanse your wound." The friar scratched one of his enormous ears with the tweezers. "My insurance doesn't cover freaky friars or leeches." Troy sat up and swung his legs over the cot. A strip of cloth was wrapped around his gray tights, just above his left knee. A… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?" He frowned. "I don't know how… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“As long as there have been stories, there have been characters that refuse to stick to the outline.” — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Running away from home is not a good idea. Unless, of course, you happen to be forty years old, and then your parents will probably shout, "Hurrah!" and change the locks the minute you've stepped off the front stoop. But in the case of Gwendolyn and Homer, ages fifteen and twelve, setting off in the middle of the night would… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairyberries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats and barley from the horse stalls, and built nests of straw from the Pegasus pen. The barn mice sat on the rafters, playing their fiddles and enjoying the grains they'd snatched from the golden goose's coop.… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“I don't know what laws of physics are involved, but if you fill a gym with teenagers and tell them to stare at one… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“While Ginger didn't like the evil-recipe days, she certainly loved the treat-making days. She liked rolling dough and cutting it into perfect shapes. She… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Rosabella Beauty was the daughter of the famous Beauty, a girl whose love had turned the Beast back into a prince. Darling Charming was the daughter of the renowned King Charming, whose royal storyline stretched back to the very beginning of stories. The Charming men had always been known for their heroic deeds, luxurious hair, and enchanting eyes. Darling's two… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“Magically modified food is a serious issue," Rosabella said. "We don't know the long-term effects on our bodies." She grabbed her ever-present picket sign. "I'm going to protest. Who's with me?" All the girls suddenly checked their MirrorPhones as if an important hext had arrived. "Suit yourselves," she said. "I'm going to talk to Ginger Breadhouse. She's the best cook… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share
“Surely there were others like me, born without an inkling of direction. The wanderers, the amblers, the dabblers, united by our purposeless mantra-I have… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
