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.

“All of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.”

But hope is a difficult thing to kill, just a spark of it can start a fire, and this note had given Evangeline a new spark.

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.

there were downsides to feeling deeply; it could get in the way of logic and reason. But shutting off emotions was just as treacherous.

He was still indescribably breathtaking, but it was all the tragic beauty of a sky where every single star was falling. His hair was a storm of broken gold. His eyes were a mess of silver and blue.

Truth is often bitter, particularly when a person has been tasting more enjoyable lies.

What would have been was a question that no one ever knew the answer to.