Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic. — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone. — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
I don't know how you're standing here. Yet you haven't broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I'm not sure you can… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“Their premise is that chaos and bloodshed are preferable to just regulations. We disagree.” — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Agreements. Specifically, a treaty ratified by all the orders of whimsical like forms who dwell here that affords a measure of security for mortal… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“In his first communication, which arrived via homing canister, Hank told me that if we acquired the Translocator, he had a way to smuggle… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“Don’t eat more than you want,” Grandma said. Kendra realized she had been toying with her pancakes, procrastinating the next bite. “I’m kind of… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Can't you home school me?" Nate pleaded. "You would never do any work." (Nate's mom) "Sounds perfect! — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter." He held out a gray, speckled envelope. "Happy birthday to you!"… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
“Rotten apples stay spoiled, Nedwin said. Copernum and his allies will hang themselves with future crimes.” — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
