Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.

I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear.

My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away