Amie blinked through the haze of her thoughts and the constant drum of the rains. A golden light swung back and forth in the distance like a pendulum and every second drew closer. Finally, Amie could tell it wasn’t a faerie light but a lantern, carried by a small green-cloaked person.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Amie frowned. 'That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean everyone wants their happy ending, right? No one cares about reading actual literature any more anyway. All they want is vampires and supernatural mumbo jumbo. It’s sick, really.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Ar vex led the others into the light. “Wrecked if I ever dash miners again! This is one royal who won’t wipe their boots on our cousins anymore.” His grin made the carnage seem trivial.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Between dainty bites, she told Amie, 'Oh, you simply are as darling a creature as Henry described! I had no idea of your being so grown up! Henry, she is positively frazzling!' Amie deepened her smile, saying, 'And I had no idea you would be so pretty either, madam.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Cursed,” he once cried in a fit of rage. His temper has always been as restless and unpredictable as the sea itself. But his words had power behind them and I felt the effects instantly. Too late to take it back.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Drawing her closer he tucked his chin and lifted hers to meet his abysmal onyx eyes.

— Jennifer Silverwood

For I had loved Sad even in his darkest hours, even as he cursed me, and we rode upon a fine line between ardor and abhorrence

— Jennifer Silverwood

Gem thought it would be hilarious to shear his brother’s fine hair off while he was sleeping. Ever since then MENA decided he actually preferred the Mohawk. Both had inherited their mother’s Western Continent coloring, a blend of pearly white and seagrass green that set their bold sea-colored eyes off handsomely. And since they had grown old enough to realize this, they had become a pair of pre-pubescent manipulating terrors.

— Jennifer Silverwood

He pushed his way between them with his burly frame and forced her to stand in the cold with him. He flipped the long, silver dagger so its worn handle faced her. "Take your claw, pup," he growled. This was called White Fang, a blade almost as legendary as the hunter who owned it. It has been long told in the village that as a youth, Wolfs bane had destroyed an entire pack on his own, thus earning his name.

— Jennifer Silverwood

How did they go from Brave heart to Brigadoon in less than five minutes?

— Jennifer Silverwood