“A smell caught Kitty's attention, yanking her thoughts back to the present. The scent of someone she knew, but up on the roof? Curiosity had never hurt Kitty. She crept along, her feet silent on the roof tiles, following the peachy, creamy smell. By Humpty Dumpty's shell, it was Darling Charming! Locked up in a metal box on the roof!… — Shannon Hale Copy Share
Does anyone smell roasting meat?' said Razo, 'Oh, wait, it's just Geric's face. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in… — 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
