UnEnchanted Quotes

“Not every tale has a happy ending. In fact, many of them are grim.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Not all Fairy Tales have happily ever afters. Some just have afters.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Today , I saved Brody Carmicheal's life!”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina held her breath as Jared's eyes flickered between them, the longest pause in the history of long pauses.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina, trust me, it's better if we don't discuss this anymore. Words have power and it makes it that much easier for the Story to find you.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“I want to be more.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“You clean up nice,” Mina said, trying to ease the tension in the air. “This is a good look for you.” “Thanks,” he muttered. “You look…fantastic.” Mina smirked. “Why, Jared, that may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” “I cannot tell a lie,” he replied, shrugging before helping Nan into the car.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“And you are?” “Not important. All you need to know is that you’re lucky you’re so cute, and I decided to help you.” “But not prom queen cute.” “Definitely not.” They both smiled,”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Fae can’t lie, you know. But they can, and do, manipulate the truth.” “What’s the difference?” Mina asked. “Like, if you asked me if you were ugly, I couldn’t say yes, but I might tell you that you’ll probably never be prom queen.” “Pfft. Like I’d want to be.” “Only if Brody Carmichael were king.” Mina threw a stick at him, feeling the heat rush into her face.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“What if there is no end?”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“And what do you look like on the next plane?” “Imagine me now, except twice as handsome.” “Yeah, right.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“you’ve spent two years at the same school as Mina, hardly talking to her, never even realizing she is alive. Then she goes and does something crazy, against my wishes. She placed her own life in danger to save yours.” Her face became very still. “Now, because of those actions, our whole family has to live with the consequences. You now feel obligated to help her, like she did you. I get that, I really do. But what gives you the right to question our actions and lifestyle?” Silence filled the kitchen. Mina held her breath, afraid to move. Brody straightened in his seat and swallowed slowly. Sara brushed her hands over her forehead in defeat. “You’re enamored. That’s it. In another week or so, you will wake up, and this will all be a dream. You will forget that Mina ever even saved your life. She will go back to being my clumsy, forgotten, outcast teen daughter, and you will go back to ruling the school and dating the head cheerleader.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Nan, I’m cursed.”
“Yeah, I know. We all are.” Nan kicked her legs back and forth and grabbed a magazine from Mina’s nightstand. “It’s called being a teenager.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina turned in dread and then froze, her heart beating loudly in her ears. He was right there, standing mere feet from her. Jared.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“What do you mean, Mom, ‘the one’? I don’t want ‘the one,’ just a boyfriend.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“So I have to add this to my cereal, huh?”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina’s stomach sank. “About what?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer. She’d seen something in Nan’s hand when she had previously opened the window and leaned out. “Oh, nothing much. I’m just tweeting the picture of you running like a madman after the bus to all of my followers.” "Followers" made it sound like some sort of cult. “Nan,”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina penned the jubilant words into her blue spiral notebook with her favorite ballpoint pen. She faithfully used the same pen when writing all of her entries in the hope that”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina didn’t care for pet stores. She loved animals, but hated going in and seeing hundreds of caged dogs, cats, birds, and mice. To her it was the same as walking into a prison and being asked to pick out a cute inmate to take home and care for. She sighed and walked over to Nan, who was already gushing over a playful Pomeranian and American Eskimo puppy.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Yeah, I know. We all are.” Nan kicked her legs back and forth and grabbed a magazine from Mina’s nightstand. “It’s called being a teenager. You, more so, because you live in the Stone Age.” “No,”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Uh, no! This is your dreamy stalker moment, not mine. You do it.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Fae can’t lie, you know. But they can, and do, manipulate the truth.”
“What’s the difference?” Mina asked.
“Like, if you asked me if you were ugly, I couldn’t say yes, but I might tell you that you’ll probably never be prom queen.”
“Pfft. Like I’d want to be.”
“Only if Brody Carmichael were king.” Mina threw a stick at him, feeling the heat rush into her face.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“That couldn’t be possible, could it? Why didn’t Nan come back in? Where was she?”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Someone bumped her from behind, and she lost her grip on her notebook and chewed-up pencil, which launched from her hand to land at the feet of Steven and Frank, deep in some argument over a video game. She watched as the pencil rolled right in front of Steven’s foot, wincing when the foot came down and he slipped on the pencil. Steven flailed his arms dramatically, causing a domino effect as he lost his balance and pitched forward into Frank.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“That was, until her eyes alit on a clear glass coffin.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Why don’t you pick something you’ll both like?” “What?” she squealed. “That takes away the whole fun of the competition! No! He must suffer.” Nan pointed her finger in the air dramatically.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina. You’re the one who saved Brody!” Her confusion disappeared and her face lit with happiness. “We have much to thank you for…oh, Brody, watch out!” she practically shouted. Just when Mina had begun to wonder about Mrs. Carmichael’s strange re-enactment, she heard a sickening crunch of metal on metal and turned to see her bike crushed to smithereens beneath the wheels of a black car. “My bike!” Mina groaned. “Brody!” Mrs. Carmichael yelled simultaneously. Mina froze. She didn’t know what was worse—facing her long-time crush with a brown chocolate milk stain on her jacket, or the fact that he had just run over her pathetic bike with his expensive sports car. The driver’s door opened, and Brody jumped out of the car. “Mina, I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“We’re leaving now. I have to pick up a few things before taking Charlie to school. I’ll be late coming home after I drop off a packet at the Carmichaels’ residence. Be home for dinner, okay?” “Wait! The Carmichaels? No way!” Mina shrieked, sitting up in bed and throwing the comforter behind her. “I mean, don’t they have live-in maids? Why would they want to employ another company?” Mina knew that whatever happened, she could not let her mother go to the Carmichaels’. What if they told her mother about what happened at the bakery? What if they tried to thank Sara? Or worse, what if her mother became the Carmichaels’ maid. No. Mina could not let that happen.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“She dreamed she was flying. She was much more graceful in the air than on the ground, where her feet always seemed to be tripping her up. But her peaceful dream was interrupted by the loud banging and crashing of thunder. She was no longer flying…but falling.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted

“Mina loved the smell of libraries, loved the smell of old books and the soft hum of the lights. It was probably why she was so out of tune with kids her age.”
― Chanda Hahn, UnEnchanted