Tegus, I'm leaving this book behind for you, so you will know the why of it all, and maybe you'll forgive me,… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The rewrites are a struggle right now. Sometimes I wish writing a book could just be easy for me at last. But… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, my face gets hot and my… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
For one thing, everyone there is so clever. Do they think me dull? Perhaps I should assure them that our goats enjoyed… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
It doesn't seem to matter what we think...The prince will come up here and look at us as if we're barrels in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself. — 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
