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,

Secret ballrooms were built for it in forests where fallen stars had once landed, leaving everything laced with bits of enchantment.

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

a bouquet of wishing stars.

tiny blue dragons sitting on shoulders and leathery brown ones perched on carts.

Stepping into the North didn’t just feel like the start of something, it felt like the start of everything.

Confessing might ease her guilt, but it would ruin so many other things,

I’ve always wanted to make fire envious.”

“There’s always a cost to unearned power…”