Mars Conrad

“I still have one question,' she said.

If the story curse had been capable of breathing, it might have held its breath just then.

It watched as the not-quite-human-boy raised an offended brow. 'You only have one?'

'No- I actually have far more.' She worried her lips between her white teeth.

Something shifted in the not-quite-human's eyes; he looked as if he wanted to take her lip between his teeth as well. 'You can ask me whatever you want, Little Fox.'

'Splendid!' Her mouth turned up into a sweet smile. 'Tell me about the apples.'

'Next question.'

'You said I could ask whatever I wanted.'

The not-quite-human-boy's eyes turned teasing, sparking with little flecks of silver. 'I didn't say that I would answer.

The girl's mouth fell into a pout.

The not-quite-human reached out with one finger and traced her lower lip. 'It doesn't matter,' he said softly. 'I don't need them anymore.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“He looked like a bad decision some unfortunate person was about to make. (pg.140)”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Upon Evangeline and Jacks's initial return to the inn, the Hollow had actually been quite frosty. Doors often slammed shut. Windows stuck. Wardrobes refused to open. Faucets yielded only icy water.

'I think it's cross with us,' Jacks had said. 'Give it a few days. It will warm up.'

The walls had rattled then.

'If it doesn't, we'll leave,' Jacks added, tossing a dart up in the air as he spoke. 'We can build a new inn- a better one.'

Jacks caught his dart, then threw it, purposefully missing the board and sinking the dart's sharp tip into the wall instead.

Doors stopped slamming after that. Windows no longer stuck, and wardrobes were more eager to open.

As the days went on, the Hollow became friendlier and friendlier. Fresh flowers started to appear on tables. Evangeline found new logs in the fireplaces every morning at dawn, and whenever she drew a bath, the water was always perfectly warm.

The Hollow wanted them to stay.

(Indigo Exclusive Edition Alternate Ending).”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Don't cry, my love.' She carefully wiped his tears with her fingers. 'I'm all right.

She gave him a wobbly smile.

His eyes went wide and as blue as a clear sky after a storm.

'How is this...' he trailed off.

It was a little endearing to watch. His sulky mouth gently parted as he seemed to forget how to speak.

'I already told you. You are the love of my life.
You are mine, Jacks of the Hollow. And you're not going to be the end of me.'

'But you were dying.'

'No,' she said, a little embarrassed. 'I just forgot to breathe.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love