When we place more value on what other people think of us than on what we think of ourselves, it’s a formula… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“He didn't say anything. Then he leaned closer, so that his arm touched my shoulder. A jolt ran down my body. Everyone in our… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Troy sighed with frustration. "Let me get this straight. We're stuck in the story of Romeo and Juliet and we can't get home without… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“My son, there is no reason to be distraught. The leeches will cleanse your wound." The friar scratched one of his enormous ears with… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?" He frowned. "I don't know how… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“As long as there have been stories, there have been characters that refuse to stick to the outline.” — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Running away from home is not a good idea. Unless, of course, you happen to be forty years old, and then your parents will… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairyberries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“I don't know what laws of physics are involved, but if you fill a gym with teenagers and tell them to stare at one… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“While Ginger didn't like the evil-recipe days, she certainly loved the treat-making days. She liked rolling dough and cutting it into perfect shapes. She… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Rosabella Beauty was the daughter of the famous Beauty, a girl whose love had turned the Beast back into a prince. Darling Charming was… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Magically modified food is a serious issue," Rosabella said. "We don't know the long-term effects on our bodies." She grabbed her ever-present picket sign.… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
“Surely there were others like me, born without an inkling of direction. The wanderers, the amblers, the dabblers, united by our purposeless mantra-I have… — Suzanne Selfors Copy Share Image
