“A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . .”
“A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . .”
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“This is a theater," Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy in a slithering heap."Oh!" Peaseblossom said. "You've buried him alive!”
Lisa Mantchev, Eyes Like Stars“Shh,” Cobweb said with a well-time jab of the elbow, “we might be able to get some dignity out of this, if we play our cards right.”
Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright“I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than "I survived it.”
Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright“Seek out the company of those who will never ask you to jump," the earth advised.Bertie remembered the rush of feathers as she soared above the audience. "I can catch myself.""Of those whose love will never fill your lungs with water-" the earth argued."But it did not kill me.""there should be more to love," said the earth, "than 'it did not kill me.' More than 'I survived it.”
Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream“The water and the wind will wear the wood down, until only water and wind remain.”
Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream“If you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.”
Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright“A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . .”
Lisa Mantchev, So Silver Bright“What's past is prologue, and the world awaits.”
Lisa Mantchev, Eyes Like Stars“The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from fa”
Lisa Mantchev, Eyes Like Stars“Ariel laughed and now her goose bumps had goose bumps.”
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