Descending Into Madness (Winterland Tale, #1)

by Stacey Marie Brown

“Crazy ones don’t need to joke because we are mad. The sane ones joke to feel insane, and the insane joke to feel sane. Or is it the other way around?”

“There is no freedom in life if you are merely living.”

“If you don’t know where you are, what does it matter where here is? Here is merely relative to knowing where you are.”

“Being strong and independent is different from being isolated. All living things need some kind of family, a group to depend on and trust. It does not make you weak.”

Even though you’re alive doesn’t mean you are living. And no life is worth living if you are just existing.”

“Sounds like someone was a good girl.” Hare winked at me. “Or very bad.” I grinned back. Scrooge glanced over his shoulder at me, shooting heat down my torso through my limbs. Don’t go there, Alice. Stop it. But it was too late. Which list did I need to be on to get him in my stocking?

“Hating me is the only way, Alice, because I can’t allow what I truly want.”

“Fuck! Just load her stocking already,” Hare exclaimed, throwing his arms out at us. “Ride his sleigh, will you? Put the rest of us out of our misery.”

“Lie is such a restricting term. I’d rather think of it as being optimistically ahead of the truth.”