No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart
Shannon HaleRazo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.
Shannon HaleWriting a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
Shannon HaleSome people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before they can taste it.
Shannon HaleI'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
Shannon HaleIโve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. Thereโs no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.
Shannon Hale