The Moonsingers Quotes

“They twirled and leaped across the cabbage patch and pumpkin vines, around the side of the house and back again, unnervingly elegant for such young children. Ailsa chased a butterfly until it landed on her arm, and she released a piercing squeal of delight. Morven whispered to the lupines, and Weir sat on the drystone wall, staring at the day lit moon, still visible just above the tree line.”
― Robyn J Pritzker, The Moonsingers: A Cozy Fairy Tale

“Unlike her sisters’, her eyes were green— not the tarnished olive of her father’s, either, but a bottle green, nearly emerald. Ismay forced herself not to stare too long, but in the warm light, the hue was startling. Her hair was more like Diarmid’s, unkempt and dark blond, a few shades lighter than Ismay’s own mousy brown. All the Underhills shared a golden, rosy complexion. Beautiful family as they were, they appeared entirely too wild for this morning’s domesticity, too suited to being out of doors. They all ought to be in the garden.”
― Robyn J Pritzker, The Moonsingers: A Cozy Fairy Tale

“The wallpaper was, as Morven had promised, pink, with little rosettes trailing up and down, and the bedspread and all the pillows were also pink, although nearer a blush than the sickly magenta doilies on the desk.
When Ismay spotted the wildflowers in the corner, she exclaimed. Morven had made them sound like a few spare blooms, but this vase overflowed with every sort of blossom she could imagine.”
― Robyn J Pritzker, The Moonsingers: A Cozy Fairy Tale