Once Upon a Broken Heart (Once Upon a Broken Heart, #1)

by Stephanie Garber

All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.

Always promise less than you can give, for Fates always take more. Do not make bargains with more than one Fate. And, above all, never fall in love with a Fate.

According to the myths, the Prince of Hearts was not capable of love because his heart had stopped beating long ago. Only one person could make it work again: his one true love. They said his kiss was fatal to all but her—his only weakness—and as he’d sought her, he’d left a trail of corpses.

“Everyone lies—people think I’m more likely to help if they’re after something noble like true love.”

“I don’t know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it’s already yours.”

The Fates weren’t dangerous because they were evil; the Fates were dangerous because they couldn’t tell the difference between evil and good.

Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people.

“I know that stories often take on lives of their own. I already feel as if the horror I went through is turning into a fairytale, but I’m nothing special, and this is not a fairytale.”

“I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.”

But she’d been raised to believe in wishes and fairytales and things that seemed impossible.

“I’d give you the world if I could. The moon, the stars, and all the suns in the universe. Anything for you, my heart.”

“Hurt is what made me.”