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“My being uninterested in the classics has nothing to do with my being a woman,” she said, not caring if it sounded brash. “It’s hard to be interested in what men have to say when all you think we should do is bear sons.”
“A woman is equal to a man,” she said firmly. “She should have the chance to be educated as a man, and she should be able to speak her mind and be heard and listened to.”
it was okay to go off recipe, to try unexpected combinations of tastes that weren’t in Gusteau’s book. The rat treated her like an equal—all right, there was a lot to unpack there, him being a rat and all—but their creations together were truly that: shared creations.
My dad wasn’t entirely right. Not everyone can cook. I can’t. But those who can should have the opportunity.
He could practically see it, a place for everyone: the outliers, the dreamers, the lovers of good food.
“He believes in second chances, and so I try to do the same. We are more than our mistakes.”
hope you remember what I have taught you—that showing kindness to others, even when it isn’t returned, is the greatest gift you can give this world.
“Your father didn’t take no easily—he set up a place for that raccoon in the shed and took care of him till he was nursed back to health. That’s how Francis was—someone who treated everyone fairly, whether it was a wild animal or the town beggar. He had the kindest heart.”
It had been nothing short of a miracle that his father had survived the fall after Simba’s uncle Scar had pitched him into a mass of stampeding wildebeests.
The couple’s time together alone was almost never just alone time. Either the two foxes were plotting their next heist with the other Merry Men—Friar Tuck, Little John, and the rest—or they were training. No longer a little girl whose whimsical pursuits could occasionally be excused, Marian had to practice in secret, far from the castle. And there was no more skilled archer to compete against than Red! Every day was an adventure with him. But Marian also longed for the quieter times, like when they managed to spend an hour or so just sitting by the fire, talking quietly and playing chess.
“Only Robin Hood could make a shot like that!” Prince John cried. “I beg your—” Marian started to growl. “I claim my prize,” Red yelled, dispensing with his disguise. He rushed forward and leapt up to kiss Marian. “Run, you fool!” she said, laughing—but she kissed him back.
She’d been watching him all evening, unable to take her eyes off the way his blue eyes smiled whenever he spoke to anyone in his crew, how his head tilted in concentration when he played his snarfblatt, how his gaze wandered to the sea whenever he thought no one was looking.
“Please,” called Eric as Flounder dove into the water’s depths. “Your voice, it’s . . . it’s beautiful. Did you save me?” Ariel froze, unsure if she should follow her friend or wade further into this uncharted territory. Finally, she peeked around the rock. Eric was staring at her, open-mouthed. She gave the barest nod. “Thank you.” Eric touched his heart. He looked just as nervous as she was. “What’s . . . what’s your name?” Her father was going to kill her for this. She bit down on her lip, but she couldn’t ignore the connection she felt with this human. She liked him. “I’m Ariel,” she said.
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“Eric,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering like butterfly fish. “When am I going to see you again?”
“Scuttle!” She waved at the seagull. “Any sign of him?” Scuttle landed on Ariel’s arm and padded toward her hand. “You mean the furry one?” “No, silly. Eric. The one who was playing the snarfblatt.” Scuttle blinked, as if he didn’t remember exactly what a snarfblatt was. Ariel made a motion with her fingers, playing music. “Oh! The prince!” Scuttle chuckled. “He’s been lookin’ all over for you.” “Really?” “He’s already taken his boat out three times today! Come on, I’ll show you.”
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“We’ll always be afraid of the human world if we never get to know it,”
“What’s on your mind?” “I’ve never talked to a human before,” she admitted. “I’ve never talked to a mermaid before,” he said, grinning.
“Music is a language that we share on both land and sea,”
She mustered a smile back at him, but she couldn’t help focusing on his two legs and her fish tail. It was one thing to convince Sebastian that humans weren’t bad, that they loved music just like fish and crustaceans did, but deep down, she knew that some differences were too impossible to overcome. Water and fire was only one of the many ways their worlds were different and could never touch.
She could learn as much about the humans as she wanted, but unless she got legs, or Eric suddenly became a merman—they could never be together. They’d never be part of each other’s world.
Where was she? She was over an hour late, which was unlike her. Usually he could count on her being early, like him—waving excitedly as she jumped out of the water. The last time, she’d accidentally jumped straight into his arms. He’d held her for an instant, breathing in the sweetness of her hair, before they shyly parted. But at the end of their time together, they’d held hands. Had he gotten the date wrong? Or the time? Or had she changed his mind about him? Maybe she didn’t like the books he’d brought, or the chocolate cake. Or maybe she’d found his lesson on tying sailors’ knots
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Definitivamente amo las prespectivas de Eric.
He sighed, aware that he sounded hopeless. But ever since Ariel had rescued him from the shipwreck, ever since he’d opened his eyes and seen her face, heard her voice—she had been all he could think about.
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All children—except one—grow up. Surely you’ve heard this before. And it is true of fairies, as well. The reason for this is nature, and order, and things that live. But let us not forget that along with nature and order, so too exists magic. Which brings us to our story—and to a young fairy named Tinker Bell, who above all else wanted desperately to grow up . . . if only her fairy family would allow her.
La narración!!!!
“Wendy! You’re okay!” Peter hugged her. “I seem to be,” she said. “No thanks to them.” She shot a look at the mermaids. “My goodness,” Penelope retorted. “You’re fine.” “We were only trying to drown her,” Arika said with a snort. The other two chuckled, and even Peter’s lips twitched for a moment—though only a moment.
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“Daddy will understand. I’ll explain everything to him when we get home,” Lottie replied. “Let’s go! We’ll ride the rails like a group of vagabonds.” Only Charlotte would consider herself a vagabond while wearing a Madeleine Vionnet dress.
“I know we only met a couple of hours ago, but as far as I can tell, you’re a great son, Naveen. Not many people would try so hard to make that long journey back across the Atlantic so soon after arriving in America. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” A charming smile spread across his lips. “Thank you for saying that.” She returned his smile. “I could tell you needed to hear it.” “But you are right.” “As much as I love to hear that—about what specifically?” Tiana asked with a smile. “I would have really liked to stay.” Tiana’s heart started to pick up its pace.
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“What’s wrong, Lottie?” Tiana asked as she backtracked, coming up alongside Charlotte. She could hear John and Naveen talking about the humid weather. “Is it your feet?” “No, it’s you and the prince,” Charlotte murmured in a hushed tone, a cagey grin turning up the corners of her lips. “You’re not one to notice these things, but he’s been making sweet eyes at you since we left N’awlins, and now the two of you are chatting and smiling at each other like a couple of lovebirds. You should go for him.”
“And weren’t you determined to marry the man just this morning?” Charlotte waved her off. “I can find myself another prince. There’s bound to be one out there for me. What I see happening between the two of you is true love. Who am I to get in the way of that?”
Tiana rolled her eyes. Lottie believed in silly things such as love at first sight. Tiana didn’t have time for any of that. So why did she feel bereft at the thought of never seeing Naveen again once they reached Mobile Bay? Maybe because she’d had more fun today than she had in ages? And maybe because she could see a big heart beneath all the bravado.
“Your fate isn’t what needs changing. It’s the path you’re all on that needs help—divided you fall, together you conquer.
“Just because we do different things doesn’t mean we don’t care about each other.
One streak of white stood out amid the midnight-black strands that grazed his shoulders. Not that Mim spent any time thinking about Merlin’s hair or the freckles on his slightly crooked nose or the mischievous look in his exceptionally blue eyes.
Merlin accepted the staff with casual grace, as if it were his due. Taliesin stepped back, allowing Merlin his place beside Mim. She took a short breath, stomach pinching as she detected the scent of the forest—the freshness of moss clinging to an oak. Well, he had been carrying timber. Mim shook her head, chiding herself. Glancing at her sideways, Merlin said, “You’re looking lovely this morning, Mim.” He held her gaze for a beat and her cheeks flushed. He was teasing her. Of course he was.
“I’m stronger than I look.” “You look incredibly strong, Mim.” Mim found herself caught in Merlin’s gaze, a new sensation spreading out from her chest, a warmth that was thrilling and alive. She tugged her hand from his and took a step back.
“Me too.” Merlin gestured at the hood of her cloak, and Mim lowered it. “You should wear your hair down,” he said. “The lavender is radiant. You’re radiant.”
He answered with another kiss.
Agghhhhhh
Her entire body panged, but she refused to show it. Her love for him had been her downfall. If he hadn’t made her care for him, she would be the new Apprentice.
Daring another step toward her, “I love you, Morrigan,” Merlin declared. “You don’t get to say that,” she replied, voice breaking. “You don’t get to love me after you betrayed me. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have used my own heart against me.” Merlin’s face crumpled. “I didn’t betray you, Mim! I had no idea I could do what I did,” he pleaded. “I taught you to hone your natural talent, and this is how you’ve repaid me?” Mim balled her hands into fists. “I risked my heart, and you stole my future!”
“I must choose peace. It’s what my mother would do,” he said, resolved. “Then we are enemies. From this day forward, there will be nothing but enmity between us.” “Not on my part, Morrigan. I will keep hoping that you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.” She bit her lips together, fury surging, breathing harshly, chest rising and falling. “You are no longer in my heart, Merlin.” “Please, Morrigan,” he said, tone ragged. “Please don’t say that.” “I will never love anyone or anything again. You showed me that love is weakness. But I should thank you because I’ve torn the tenderness from my
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Her most difficult choice had been which book to bring. She couldn’t decide between something she’d never read before and one of her favorites.
She’d saved him, then he’d saved her, and now they were ready to start something new together.
“I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.” “Yes, you do,” Hercules insisted. “Just do like you told me—trust your instincts. They won’t let you down.” He skimmed her nose with his own. “They led you to me, didn’t they?” “Yes, they did.” She leaned in for another kiss.
Hercules wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He could grant all their requests or swoop down and take care of their problems. But if he did, where were their hero’s journeys exactly? If he gave them ships to get across seas, swords to slay monsters, and strength to fight men, was he taking something away from them? Then again, what was the right call when so many lives hung in the balance?
“He wanted to fight you because you’re the next prince,” Flower said slowly, trying to work it out. “But you didn’t want to fight him. And you don’t want to be prince. You didn’t want to prove you were a prince . . . or anything.” “Yes, what’s the point there, Flower?” “Maybe he means that the people who don’t want to be princes are the ones that should become princes,” Thumper interrupted impatiently. Flower’s eyes widened in surprise. “No, that’s not what I was thinking. But I do like it!”
“Aww,” Flower said, holding his tail and blushing a little.
I just don’t want to be prince. Not now, anyway. Maybe not ever. Who knows?” Faline looked thoughtful. “But what does ‘prince’ mean?” “Oh, now you sound like Flower.” “What a clever little skunk, then. But listen, Bambi: you can’t say you don’t want to be something until you know exactly what you think that something is. So what is it that you think ‘Great Prince of the Forest’ means?”
Thanks to her curse, Aurora and Phillip had grown up together. She couldn’t imagine a world in which he wasn’t her best friend, her confidant. Her favorite person in the world.
“I’m also not a fairy,” Phillip replied. “Though if it’s that curse we’re still talking about, I could simply kiss you,” he teased. “Maybe that would break the spell.” Aurora’s face went hot. More than once, she’d imagined that Phillip might be her true love. She couldn’t imagine anyone other than him waking her with a kiss. But they were friends. Best friends, at that. He probably thought of her as a sister. Someone he was obligated to marry because their fathers were best friends. She bet he even felt sorry for her.
She stepped forward. “Why curse me over a party invitation?” she demanded. “At least tell me that.” The light from Maleficent’s staff shook as she laughed. “Do you think it was over a party? Do you know what your name means, child?” Of course she did. “The rising sun.” “Yes, gold of sunshine in your hair,” Maleficent said, twisting a lock of Aurora’s hair with the end of her staff. “Lips that shame the red, red rose. You are a bearer of light. And all light is a threat to the kingdom of darkness I was born to rule. That is why you must die.”
