The Fairy-Tale Detectives Quotes

“You can't judge the many by the actions of the few.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“That's why crazy people are so dangerous. You think they're nice until they're chaining you up in the garage.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“You've never heard of the Trickster King?" Puck asked, shocked.
The girls shook their heads.
"The Prince of Fairies? Robin Goodfellow? The Imp?"
"Do you work for Santa?" Daphne asked.
"I'm a fairy, not an elf!" Puck roared. "You really don't know who I am! Doesn't anyone read the classics anymore? Dozens of writers have warned about me. I'm in the most famous of all of William Shakespeare's plays."
"I don't remember any Puck in Romeo and Juliet," Sabrina muttered, feeling a little amused at how the boy was reacting to his non-celebrity.
"Besides Romeo and Juliet!" Puck shouted. "I'm the star of a Midsummer Night's Dream!"
"Congratulation," Sabrina said flatly. "Never read it.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“I dont know what could possibly distract three pigs enough so that you can get away." Sabrina thought for a moment then grinned. "I know exactly what to do.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“I feel like a movie star,” Daphne said as the girls hurried downstairs. “You look like a mental patient,” Sabrina remarked.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Sabrina suggested they burn their orange monkey sweaters and blue heart covered pants but Daphne refused. Granny took Sabrina aside and apologised for the outfit, saying that Mr. Canis might not have been the right choice to shop for girls. After all, he was colour-blind.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“How did you know that we could get him to do whatever we want if we pretend he’s in charge?” Sabrina asked Daphne.
“It’s what I do with you” the little girl replied. “You two are exactly the same”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“New York City is a place where everyone lived on top of each other, and that was exactly how Sabrina liked it. Living out in the middle of nowhere was dangerous and suspicious.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Jack complained “I could really go for some bubble and squeak or some bangers. Do you kids think you could cook up some steak-and-kidney pie for me?”
The girls stared
“I hear noises coming from his mouth but they don’t sound like words,” Daphne said.
“Maybe he is having some kind of fit” Sabrina said.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Unfortunately, his pants had not survived the fall. They hung from the sharp teeth of the barbed-wire fence, leaving the sheriff in just a pair of droopy long johns. Defeated,”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Pfefferkuchenhaus”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Listen Relda, stop meddling in our affairs or you’re going to regret it,” said the mayor. “If you don’t want me meddling, then you must really do a better job of covering up your mistakes.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“As far as Sabrina could tell, the only crop this town grew was mud.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“But most disturbing were his eyes, as they changed into an achingly bright blue color. The same color Canis’s eyes were in the picture Sabrina had found of her family.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“I hear noises coming from his mouth but they don’t sound like words,” Daphne said.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Daphne stopped and turned to the injured man. “I like my outfit,” she said and stuck her tongue out. Mr. Applebee stuck his tongue out, too, and the little girl stomped out of the room.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“There, snug as a bug in a rug!” the old woman hollered. “I love dolphins, too!” Daphne exclaimed. “Not since I hurt my toes!” Mrs. Grimm shouted.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Mr. and Mrs. Johnson handcuffed us to a radiator!” Sabrina cried.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“Oh really? How about Ms. Longdon, who swore her toilet was haunted?” said Sabrina.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“That woman is hiding something!” she said. “You think everyone’s hiding something.” “And you would hug the devil if he gave you cookies.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“I’m the smartest person I know and I’ve never read a book in my life.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“I can’t believe the Three Little Pigs are working for the bad guy.” Daphne sighed. “I can’t believe anyone still calls them the three little pigs.” Mirror tittered. “That trio has been tipping the scales for as long as I can remember.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“You could never quite grasp that in order to solve a mystery there must be a mystery to solve.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“How to Get the Love You Want.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“The Three isn’t a person, they’re a coven of witches; Glinda the Good Witch of the North, Morgan Le Fay, and the gingerbread house witch, Frau Pfefferkuchenhaus.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“old woman said just as the machine let out a loud honking sound that could only be described as a fart. “Just as I thought, it’s from a giant beanstalk.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“OK, well, I guess they’ll have to do,” Mrs. Grimm said as she moved toward the door. “Good night, girls. I’m very happy to have you here. I hope pancakes for breakfast will suit you.” “Absolutely!” Daphne cheered. The old woman gave her a wink and disappeared into the hall. “She’s nice,” said Daphne. “Everyone who offers you pancakes is nice.” Sabrina clenched her fists. “But she’s not fooling me. Get some sleep. We’re running away—tonight.” Sabrina lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to her hungry belly grumble, and planning their getaway. With a little luck she and Daphne could hide in a neighbor’s garage for a couple of days and then hitchhike back to New York City. Smirt would be furious to see them again. She might even act on her threat to skin them alive, but the girls needed to be at the orphanage when their mother and father returned. When the moon was high in the window, Sabrina nudged her sister awake. “We have to go,” she whispered. Daphne sat up and rubbed her eyes, her face full of heartbreak. Why was she acting like such a baby? Sabrina wondered. Running away wasn’t exactly a new experience for the two of them. The sisters Grimm had pulled off many daring escapes from foster parents in the past. They’d tied bedsheets together and climbed out of the Mercers’ window one night, feeding the pit bull, Diablo, meatballs stuffed with cayenne pepper to keep him busy. And after the Johnsons ordered pizza, the girls had slipped into the backseat of the delivery boy’s car and were miles away before anyone noticed. Mrs. Grimm was no different than any of the other crazies. Eventually Daphne would understand.”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“the moon was high”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives

“He stalked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sabrina stood dumbfounded, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that all about?” Daphne whispered, but Sabrina said nothing. She was too shaken by the encounter and didn’t want her sister to hear the trembling in her voice. There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Grimm entered the room. “Have you settled in, lieblings?” “Mr. Canis yelled at us,” Daphne cried. “I heard,” the old woman said as she sat down on the bed. “Please don’t be too upset with him. He can be a little grouchy, but he has your best interests at heart. Believe me, lieblings, we are both very happy to have you here, but there are a few rules you have to follow.” She paused as she looked into Sabrina’s face. “And I know that what I tell you might not make a lot of sense, but the rules are in place for a reason. “First, never let anyone or anything into this house without asking Mr. Canis or me if it is OK,” she said. Her tone was stern and serious and no longer that of the sweet old lady with a plate of cookies. “Second, there is a room down the hall that is locked. It’s locked for a reason, and I ask that you stay away from it for the time being. We have a houseguest inside, and he enjoys his privacy. You might hear some”
― Michael Buckley, The Fairy-Tale Detectives