I'd thought I wanted to live free of my mundane little cage, but the world outside was feeling more and more hazardous.
Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important lif...
Hey, times are tough, and thirty gold coins can do a lot of good. But I guess you wouldn't know about needing money, since you grew up like a little princ..."(Rapunzel glares)"Prin... soner. I mean, p...
Ani saw herself clearly in that moment, as a face in darkness gains sudden dimensions in a flash of lightning - a young girl, a silly thing, a lapdog, a broken mare.
Rin thought of the crossbow bolt. Of the whoosh and sting of wind and fire heat and the man who would have killed her. Of pushing in front of Enna. Of almost dying. Of home and Ma and being farther aw...
The rewrites are a struggle right now. Sometimes I wish writing a book could just be easy for me at last. But when I think about it practically, I am glad it's a struggle. I am (as usual) attempting t...
He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.
I need to admit up front that I don't know how to have a fling. I'm not good at playing around and then saying good-bye. I'm throwing myself at your feet because I'm hoping for a shot at forever. Henr...
Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly."No, I'm not," said Ani.Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?
Life feels like fall of itself.""'A dream within a dream.""And I want to wake up.
After she swore herself to secrecy and did her best to seem trustworthy and closemouthed, Mr. Nobley revealed that those two had been more than fond acquaintances. In fact, last year he’d proposed and...
I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna
I'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
She painted in the mornings and felt that artist instinct begin to yawn again inside her. In the afternoons she rehearsed with Mr. Nobley in the library, pacing outside under the apple trees (she didn...
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was.It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.
Being a writer is a good, good thing.
Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?
Mr. Nobley had entered the room before he noticed her. He groaned.And here you are. Miss Erstwhile. You are infuriating and irritating, and yet I find myself looking for you. I would be grateful if yo...