All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.

— Meagan Spooner

Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness-a moment in which I want to touch the flame. Just to see if I can still be burned.

— Meagan Spooner

I heard her voice, her stories, her softness as she spoke of her family, and her iron as she spoke of me - I heard her scream, and I moved without thought.

— Meagan Spooner

I would have kept you safe,' he said. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers. 'I know.

— Meagan Spooner

None of this was what held Neva's gaze. Because in the bottom of the valley, straddling the river nestled in the foothills, was a castle.

— Meagan Spooner

She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest—and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a lifelong past. She reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be.

— Meagan Spooner

She remembered perching on the sill of her bedroom window with the pane opened a crack so she could let the winter in, and she remembered letting it sting her nose and wash over her until she was shivering and blue.

— Meagan Spooner

We're inches apart yet worlds away.

— Meagan Spooner

Writer's block' is just a fancy way of saying 'I don't feel like doing any work today.

— Meagan Spooner