“Ariel moved farther in, picking up and putting down the disgusting little pieces of bric-a-brac. Among all the horror was an ironically delicate vanity covered in mother-of-pearl- and, intriguingly, all manner of exquisite little glass bottles. Scents from the east,… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t just one charmante,” Belle said slowly. “It was…dozens. It was like…they were helping all of them…escape….That’s why there were all of those… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“So, Royal Princess- excuse me, Sultana Jasmine- coming to admire your soon-to-be kingdom?" he said with a smile. "Yes, I want to make some… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“In adventure books there weren't awkward pauses or embarrassing social scenes. In morality plays and farces there were rarely serious discussions of racial tension,… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Your generation has no sense of responsibility to a group, a calling higher than your own. You treat random friends like family and family… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Books were so simple about these things, fairy tales so straightforward! There were peasants, and then there were kings and queens. Sometimes there were… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“When other children dreamed of mansions with fountains and big silky beds and servants to do their bidding, this was what Belle dreamed about.… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“When you're young, you think the world will make room for who you are and what you want.... And then you find the world… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, if you explain to the judge, he will be lenient. He will... weigh your circumstances. But that is his job. Mine is to… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Maurice,” she croaked one last time, as loudly as she could. His eyes widened. “Rosalind?” he murmured. Then his face went red in a… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“Spread over what must have been at least a hectare or two was the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. There was an… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“I don't speak well as the pictures in my head do. I can't... fully... the possibilities... It's too much to explain all at once.… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
“She walked to the doorway and looked up at the sky; even with the dust she could see Hormozd, the large red planet, just… — Liz Braswell Copy Share Image
