As Old As Time

by Liz Braswell

“I saw the whole thing. Marry me,” she said. “What? Yes. What?” Maurice said. “You are the best, kindest, bravest, nicest man I have ever met. I want to make sure you can’t ever leave me—by oath.”

By oath? Also, this seems sketchy and ... Ick lol

No one ever asked if he was good enough for her.

As soon as she opened a book, this little town disappeared into a vast map of countries both real and imagined.

She plopped herself down on the grass, defeated. The truth was…reading wasn’t enough anymore. It wasn’t enough to catch a glimpse of these lands and ideas through the small window of the pages she turned.

“You can’t have adventures without risk. You can’t have great things if you constantly fear loss.

The victims of kidnapping often wound up sympathizing with the perpetrator. It was a sickness, a very scientifically predictable one.

“Magic always comes back on itself,” Rosalind whispered. “And also kindness,” Maurice pointed out.

young prince who had everything anyone in the world could want—but despite this, he was selfish, spoiled, and unkind.

Life is a strange mixture of all of these genres, she mused, and it doesn’t have nearly as neat and happy an ending as you often get in books.

Kings and beasts and enchantresses for mothers and the thing that really seems to bother me is the idea of a boy buying me a new pair of shoes.

Everyone is different. Each person has his or her own soul and is master of his or her own destiny.”

Everyone should have a journey—and everyone should also have a home, too. Go out into the world for adventure, come home for love.”