“You didn't just write the play, Bertie," Peaseblossom said suddenly. "You ordered the Players about, shouted, and threw an artistic hissy fit. Do you know what that makes you?" "A temperamental fusspot?" Mustardseed guessed. "Crazier than a bag full of… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than "I survived it.” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Shh,” Cobweb said with a well-time jab of the elbow, “we might be able to get some dignity out of this, if we play… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“A whirlwind tour, I think, with each day starting in a different city, you wearing a different silk dress, tasting food the likes of… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
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“ There is a Beatrice who exists beyond the obligations of a daughter, outside the object of man's affections. ” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Words are like the delicate stitches in the dress you wear, holding the fabric of the garmet together. Without them, the dress and the… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?" "Shut up," she ordered… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“And now, the bane of your existence, the killer of all joys, the Stage Manager-” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“She's under duress," Peaseblossom said. "I don't care if she's under duress, over it, or alongside it," Moth said. "Nothing in this world supersedes… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“You're a little tall to play Ariel." said Moth. "And you have way too many muscles," said Mustardseed. "But you might be able to… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up,… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
