Its important to know stories. I felt the earth shift to make a place for you when you were born, and I came to tell you stories while you are young. And like me, you were born with a word on your tongue.
He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.
I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).
... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.