The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn't.

Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

My tiny scary friend is coming

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.