Magic is an honor, until it’s a shackle.
There was no such thing as a happy ending, only a happy present.
Oh, wonderful, a president who hates immigrants.
Me, crazy?” Mal raised her voice even higher. “How could I not be? I go to school in a graveyard and eat expired scones for breakfast. My own mother sends me to forbidden places like this, because of some old bird and a lost stick,” she scoffed. “There’s nothing you can throw at me that’s worse than what I’ve already got going.
Magic is an expression of the unlimited capacity of mystery and wonder in the world.
Medicine is a bit like love,” Aunt Gertrude began. “There are the theatrical outer forms gone through by the players-the bandages and injections and extractions, the flowers and love notes and dances-but the real work is always happening out of sight. In here,” she added, tapping herself on the heart.
Pretty clothes are like the colors of a flower’s petals. They tell the bee where to land. After that, it’s what’s inside that holds his interest,” said Peggy, still quoting their mother.
Ingrid dresses more like a librarian than any librarian in the history of libraries.
For Alex to be enveloped into one of New York State’s blue-ribbon families helped put to bed a lifetime of doubts and depression about his own dubious birthright.
The stone is called the Rose of Lucifer, or Lucifer’s Bane,” the senator explained with a smile. “Have you heard the story?
It was true what they said about mothers and sons: it was a special bond, a mutual admiration society.
They would rampage up and down the island, terrorizing step-granddaughters and traumatizing even the most stalwart goons, and no one.
Carlos never shied from a mission, and if Mal wanted a howler, there was no alternative but to provide one. There was nothing he could do about it, AP Evil Penchant or not. He knew his place on the totem pole. First things first: a party couldn’t be a party without guests. Which meant people. Lots of people. Bodies. Dancing. Talking. Drinking. Eating.
She looked not like a mother in her thirties, but like the girl he had fallen in love with, and he loved her still. She would always be that girl to him, no matter what happened. That was love, after all, the ability to see one’s youthful beloved in the aging stranger with her face. He would always love her, he thought. He was made to love her.
Be there, or Mal will find you,” he said to his squat little lab partner, Le Fou Deux, as they both dissected a frog that would never turn into a prince in Unnatural Biology class. “Be there, or Mal will find you and ban you from the city streets,” he whispered to the Gastons as they took turns stuffing each other in doomball nets in PE.
It’s difficult to be honorable at your worst moment and to forgive those who do you wrong, to have to battle what comes naturally to you. But that’s what it takes to be a monster living among mortals.
I live because I have to. You will hurt, you will bleed, you will be betrayed as I have been betrayed. You will survive. And you must learn to control your power.
You cannot let the darkness overcome the light.
If she wasn’t Mal from the Isle anymore, who was she?
Have you ever seen a germ?” Aunt Gertrude asked without waiting for Eliza’s reply. “Neither have I, yet I have no doubt they exist, because I have seen their effects on the body. Likewise I have never ‘seen’ love, yet I have witnessed again and again its transformative effect on human beings.