Fractured Folk Tale Quotes

“A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Ruling Akaran is a strange task. In many ways, it is like balancing an illusion. You must separate the illusion of what you see and the reality of its consequences," he said. "Tell me, my queen, are you ready to play with fate?”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Where are we going?" I asked. "The main road leads to all of the major kingdoms."
"Not all of them," said Amar.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet." And that was the good news.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“Not very smart," Chudo-Yudo growled. "Stalking a Baba Yaga." He showed a set of sharp white teeth. "Maybe he has a death wish. I could help with that You want me to eat him?”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“Some things were only possible in fairy tales. And not the kind of fairy tales that Baba Yagas featured in; those tended not to have happy endings.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful

“Hmm," she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser,' to quote Alice.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“She was tasked with guarding the doorway to the Otherworld, keeping the balance of nature (as much as anyone could in these modern times), and occasionally, helping a worthy seeker.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“Is he evil?" the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. "If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“He strolled over to the refrigerator, opened the door with one paw, and delicately picked up a beer between his teeth. He waited until clothes had stopped arcing through the air and hand it to Barbara.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Magical

“Er, hello, Chewie," he said politely.
"Woof," the dog said back.
"Chewie is a Newfoundland," Beka explained. "They're great water dogs. They swim better than we do, and even have webbed feet. They're often used for water rescue, and the breed started out as working dogs for fishermen."
"Uh-huh... Chewie - I guess you named him for Chewbacca in Star Wars. I can see why; they're both gigantic and furry."
Beka giggled. "I never thought of that. Actually, Chewie is short for Chudo-Yudo. Also, he chews on stuff a lot, so it seemed fitting."
"Chudo what?" Marcus said. The dog made a snuffling sound that might have been canine laughter.
"Chudo-Yudo," Beka repeated. "He's a character out of Russian fairy tales, the dragon that guards the Water of Life and Death. You never heard of him?"
Marcus shook his head. "My father used to tell the occasional Irish folk tale when I was a kid, but I'm not familiar with Russian ones at all. Sorry."
"Oh, don't be," she said cheerfully. "Most of them were pretty gory, and they hardly ever had happy endings."
"Right." Marcus looked at the dog, who gazed alertly back with big brown eyes, as if trying to figure out if the former Marine was edible or not. "So, you named him after a mythical dragon from a depressing Russian story. Does anyone get eaten in that story, just out of curiosity?"
Chewie sank down onto the floor with a put-upon sigh, and Beka shook her head at Marcus. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course people got eaten. But don't worry. Chewie hasn't taken a bite out of anyone in years. He's very mellow for a dragon.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful

“The boy stuck his hand out politely and shook hers, then extended it to Fergus, his eyes bright as stars in the night sky. "That's cool," he said, looking down at Fergus's hand and turning it sideways so he could get a better look. "You have little webs between your fingers. Does that hep you swim?"
Marcus cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. "Tito, dude, it's not polite to comment on people's, um, oddities." He shrugged an apology at Fergus, who just laughed.
"I do not mind," Fergus said, grinning at the dark-skinned boy. He leaned down and whispered. "Can you keep a secret? I am actually a Merman from an undersea kingdom; that is why I have webs between my fingers." He held up one bare foot and said in a more normal tone, "Toes, too, see?"
Tito's face was a study in conflicting awe and disbelief. "I never heard of a Merman," he said, dubiously. "I thought there were only Mermaids. And they're made up."
Fergus snorted. "If you do not have any Mermen, how would get more Mermaids, eh?”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful

“I've got the perfect dress. It's going to knock your socks off."
Marcus wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but he couldn't wait to find out.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful

“I'm not sure I'll be doing a lot of dancing in the near future."
Marcus tucked the end of the bandage securely into place and reached for the radio to call his Da to turn the Serpent around and come get them. But first, he gave in to irresistible impulse and kissed Beka so hard their teeth clashed.
"Just so long as you save a dance for me," he said. "I'll wait as long as it takes.”
― Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful