An accumulation of pennies is a fortune. Day-to-day practice is perfection. A dream realized is nothing more than many steps taken toward the borders of once-impossible.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

An artist is merely a tool with which art molds itself.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

And so the game went on in this manner, a throng of children playing keep-away from a bowling ball tossed back and forth between two plump ogres. The air filled with shrieks and cheers and shouts of laughter as daring players thrilled at the sport. That is, all but the few poor souls knocked flat and captured. No laughter rose from behind bars because those in the birdcage knew what was in store. They would soon be lunch for a couple of hungry ogres. Now you might be thinking—didn’t Gavin call it fun when he was swallowed by a wolf earlier? And didn’t he tell that raven-haired girl it doesn’t hurt to be swallowed whole by a bear? All true, all true. But here’s a secret you might not

— Richelle E. Goodrich

And what about your brother, Ages? Will he be entertaining us with his pipes?” “AGG,” Shanks rasped, wrinkling his nose. “I didn’t tell you? He ain’t with us no more.” A heavy fist slammed on the arm of the Vii dun’s chair as he growled, “The idiot went off and got himself killed!” “What?” Dorian and Elena replied in unison, both horrified by the news. “You heard me,” Shanks bellowed. “The crazy fool should’ve known when to duck. He died in a bloody challenge with some brainless Deramptium! A downright disgraceful way to die! I’m ashamed to say he was my brother!” “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” Elena muttered, mostly speaking to Dorian. “What was that?” the Vii dun them

— Richelle E. Goodrich

A new star shines bright. Angels herald the good news. The Christ child is born.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

A new star, the Christ child, God's gift to mankind; these are what Christmas is made of.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

An inexhaustible imagination is the fountain of youth.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Announcing the intended arrival of some people is kind of like issuing a hurricane warning. 

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Annoyances are strangely not so annoying when the person responsible has endeared himself to you.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Anyone who looks good with a bald head is seriously sexy.

— Richelle E. Goodrich