Azalea and her 11 sisters dance in the mysterious silver forest every night, escaping from the sadness of the palace and their father’s grief over the death of his beloved wife. What they don’t understand—although as time passes they begin to get an inkling of the danger they are in—is that... read more
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Just when Azalea should feel that everything is before her—beautiful gowns, dashing suitors, balls filled with dancing—it’s taken away. All of it. And Azalea is trapped. The Keeper understands. He’s trapped, too, held for centuries within the walls... read more
“Azalea smiled, inhaled, and touched her right foot in front of her. She traced it in a circle behind her, then slowly sank to the left knee. With strained balance, she folded herself up as she disappeared into the poof of her skirts. Her legs twisted like pretzels beneath her. She bowed her head, nearly kissing the floor, and extended her right arm above her, her left tucked behind her back. The girls applauded. 'How beautiful,' said Flora.'Now that's a curtsy,' said Bramble, helping Azalea up.' But it's not just for anyone,' said Azalea. ' It has to be for your husband. or royalty. Like a king.”
“This time, Azalea didn't spin back into his arms. Instead, she dipped into curtsy. She gave this curtsy her all; every muscle and fibre of her focused on melting into a deep, flawless dip. Legs twisting, she disappeared into the poof of skirts pooling around her. She buried her nose in them, nearly kissing the floor, her right arm extended to Mr. Bradford, her left tucked behind her. A finer Soul's Curtsy, Azalea was sure, not even Mother could do.”
If you want to break all the windows in the house and drown yourself in a bucket but don’t actually do it, well, that’s love.”Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
“Good heavens,” said Mr. Bradford. “There’s a lady in my coat closet.”Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
“I can’t believe he stole our things! Especially the watch! We stole that watch first, fair and square!”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
“Miss Bramble!” said the King. “Down with tyranny!” Bramble cried. “Aristocracy! Autocracy! Monocracy! Other ocracy things! You are outnumbered, sir! Surrender!”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
She wanted to give him toast. The sort that had melted butter and a bit of honey spread on top. It was a stupid thought, but there was something comforting about toast.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
He probably did not have many ladies think him funny. In fact, he probably got slapped by a lot of them.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
Because if the High King did capture souls, it meant that a person had one. It meant that there was something to the warm, flickery bit inside of you.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“I can be agreeable,” said Fairweller. “If the other party is.” “Oh, well,” said Bramble. “There goes that, then.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
The only color he wore was black, even his waistcoat and cufflinks, giving the impression of a sleek, overlarge spider. With the added disadvantage that you couldn’t squash him.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“It is not a Christmas tree!” said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. “This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would look nice. Inside. That is all.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
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Great for teen girls looking for books that don't have sexual content in them. A light hearted fairytale with great themes about the importance of family.
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