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

by Stephanie Garber

The bell hanging outside the curiosity shop knew the human was trouble from the way he moved through the door.

Unlike most humans, this shopgirl had grown up around oddities—and the bell had long suspected she was a curiosity as well, though it couldn’t figure out exactly what sort.

Giving practical magic or good witch vibes

bells possessed a sixth sense that humans lacked.

But, from the way her voice affected an excited edge as she spoke to the young man, it seemed as if the girl had taken the bell’s early toll as a serendipitous sign instead of as a warning.

Oooo warning… mystery to solve

churches here were like vampires—they weren’t meant for worship, they were designed to entice and entrap.

Love the comparison of something of darkness

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

Do you know what you’re about to step into? Nothing but heartbreak will come from this.

Foretelling?

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.

Never fall in love with a fate? Is she going to fall in love with a fate?

During her search for the missing door, she’d read that the Prince of Hearts’ church held a different aroma for everyone who visited. It was supposed to smell like a person’s greatest heartbreak. But as Evangeline entered the cool cathedral, the air did not remind her of Luc—there were no hints of suede or vetiver. The dim mouth of the church was slightly sweet and metallic: apples and blood.

Dang those smells are very distinctive

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.

He gave her a real smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly made him look more angel than devil. But she imagined even angels would need to beware of him. She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.

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

Luc

“You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to be the hero, you want the happy ending—that’s why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”

Dude, he’s telling you not to do it

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

Neither sister could remember a thing about Prince Apollo Acadian or his family.

Why can’t ppl remember things. First the ending to the mom’s story and now information about the prince..

Luc merely enjoyed attention. He was always teasing and entertaining, and Evangeline wondered if Apollo was like that, too. What if Apollo really was her chance at a happily ever after, and she ran away because of a different what-if named Jacks?

These men are so vain 🙄

He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn’t want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Even if you never want to see Jacks again, you’ll gravitate toward him until you fulfill the deal you’ve made with him.

“This arch may only be unlocked with a key that has not yet been forged. “Conceived in the north, and born in the south, you will know this key, because she will be crowned in rose gold. “She will be both peasant and princess, a fugitive wrongly accused, and only her willing blood will open the arch.”

her.

Hmmm it’s interesting when a moment of reflection come to pass when your dealing with the craziest things.