“He fills my head with tales from the ancient forests, tales so old that the trees themselves call them legends. It is as if a veil has been lifted from my eyes, and the world I have lived in all… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“If you have ever opened a can of worms, boxed yourself into a corner, ended up in hot water, or found yourself in a… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“The plants themselves gave me a cure for that: They taught me to bury myself when I need to regain my strength. It is… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Call it professional interest. You see, Jessamine, love is a kind of poison; one of my favorite kinds, in fact. It infects the blood;… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“But was that not the task you set me? To defend the helpless against the strong?" "Indeed it was Master Weed. But who is… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
In the words of Agatha Swanburne, founder of Swanburne Academy, 'Every book is judged by its cover until it is read.' — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“It makes no difference what you wear, really. I'll put you in a dark grey. I believe I have some left over from a… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Weed, are you familiar with the work of Carl Linnaeus? His Systema Naturae describes a classification system for all growing things.” Weed’s eyes dart… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Most often they speak according to their kind – the deep rumble of oak, the whisper of the birch, or the singsong chant of… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
