“He is writing a book," said the King, following them out into the sunny, crisp gardens. "About the gardens here. We have two of his books already. Library, north side, O. What say you, Miss Azalea? Does he pass that… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“The simultaneous scream sounded from teh twins. Borth clasped their hands over their mouths, their eyes wide with horror. Azalea followed their gaze. There,… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“I will tell you about the lady I loved." The girls settled together on the entrance steps, not even breathing, for fear it would… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Try it alone now," he said. "I taught you when you were six. You were a fine little rider then. Do you remember?" "No!"… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Royal Business; Strictly For The Young Gentleman Who Meets the Criteria- A Riddle To Solve: Where the Twelve Princesses of Eathesbury Dance At Night… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“It had ended with a battle; Azalea raked the front page, and then the one's after, searching for any familiar names among the wounded.… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Honestly, we don't kick or bite or throw potatoes at all our guests." A crooked smile touched Lord Bradford's lips. "Your family has spirit,"… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“What a rotten shilling punter!" said Bramble, tearing her bread to bits. "I can't believe he stole our things! Especially the watch! We stole… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Then to everyone's shock, she pressed her lips full on his. "Oh...my," said Clover. No one seemed more surprised than Lord Teddie, who stumbled… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“So suppose Azalea finds the sugar teeth after all," said Bramble, taking Azalea by the shoulders and spinning her. Azalea rolled her eyes but… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Inside her chest, a warm, billowing, something swept through her, to the tips of her fingers, the bottoms of her feet, shining like a… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“Before anything," he said as he brought her around to face him, "I want to give you this." Fumbling in his suitcoat, he produced… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
“I'm so sorry we've kept this for such a long time," she said, pulling the watch from her skirt pocket. She unfolded Mother's handkerchief… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
