Witch Chocolate Fudge Quotes

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

“…how is one expected to get a decent meal when you’ve got fools scurrying about like leprechauns hiding their pot of gold…?” At the time, she hadn’t paid him much attention, but now she wondered at the old vampire’s choice of words. Why had he mentioned leprechauns—a creature from Irish folk legend…? Caitlyn took a sharp intake of breath. Perhaps Viktor had been referring to Matt O’Brien! It would make sense of the Irish association”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

“An’ I needed the money. I have a sick mother, you see, an’ she needs full-time nursing. I help to pay her medical bills.”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

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― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. And how can you go wrong when you have chocolate to take on the journey?”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

“Caitlyn had always thought that shape-shifters were hunky men with rippling abs, ready to transform into snarling alpha wolves at the slightest provocation. But somehow her shape-shifter ended up being a decrepit old man who kept losing his teeth and turning into a fuzzy fruit bat.”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge

“The girl’s eyes widened and she stared at Caitlyn in astonishment for a moment, then a small smile tugged her lips. “Thanks,” she said. “Yeah, she was a right cow, Edith Brixton. I mean, I’m sorry she’s dead,” she added hastily. “But everyone’s been goin’ around talkin’ like it’s such a tragedy an’ nobody realised what a nasty piece of work she was!” “Yes, I was shocked when I heard her threatening you,” said Caitlyn, her voice full of sympathy. The girl eyed her sideways. “I wasn’t really stealin’, you know. That’s what I told the police. I was just helpin’ someone out.” Something in Caitlyn’s expression made her add defensively, “For a small fee, of course. But you can’t expect me to do all the work for nothin’, can you? An’ I needed the money. I have a sick mother, you see, an’ she needs full-time nursing. I help to pay her medical bills.” Caitlyn felt a pang of pity, but then something—a glint in the girl’s eyes—made her wonder how much of that sob story was true. She had a feeling that Amelia was the kind of girl who had a quick tongue and a knack for spinning a story so that she always came out looking good in any situation. “What do you mean, ‘helping someone out’?” she asked. “I thought the police said you received an anonymous note asking you to steal the ring. How would you have known whether you were helping somebody?” “They explained in the note, see,” said Amelia. “They said that the”
― H.Y. Hanna, Witch Chocolate Fudge