Quotes from Deborah Blake

When you tell the children tales of the Baba Yaga on a cold winter's night, you might remember to mention that whether or not the witch is wicked often depends on who is telling the story.

Holy crap!" he said. "That's a big dog." "Yes," said Baba. "But a small dragon.

He spoke!" Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god." "An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations.

You say wicked like it's a bad thing.

Pain is mostly mind over matter: if you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Perhaps you would be better off finding some way to embrace your new nature, instead of fighting it.

Cookies, a dragon dog, and a sword: what every well-equipped little girl takes on a journey.

Her mother paused for a moment before hanging up the phone. "Watch your back, dear. Every family needs a black sheep. It would be an awful lot of trouble for us to come up with another one, should something happen to you.

I don't know about you, but I've got plans for next Thursday. And I'm not in the mood to have them ruined by some apocalypse.

You are like the beach at dawn when the fog comes in; each of those things is lovely on its own, but together, they can be magical.

Does this dress make me fat?" "Of course it does. Don't you own a mirror?

Liam's lips tightened. "She's only a little girl. She doesn't know anything about swords. What if she cuts herself? It's sharp, right?" "Of course it is sharp, Liam. What would be the point ot having a sword that wasn't?

Donata seriously considered taking up a life of crime just so she could pay to have this coffee every morning,

Not that anyone short of God Almighty could have gotten Marcus Senior to rest and take it easy. It was like trying to make a shark sit up and beg for treats.

It was hard to say which one was real – the face she showed the world during the day or the one she hid at night. Maybe neither.

Life has a way of changing the path you are on when you least expect it.

It might be a wild-goose chase." "I am quite fond of geese, myself," Mikhail said.

Maybe it is time to get over your daddy issues and just deal with it.

Stu looked over his shoulder at the trailer. "She seems like a nice old lady, but jeez, that's a big dog." "Yes," said Liam. "But a small dragon.

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.

A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.

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.

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?

Chewie gave a bone-scented sigh and rubbed his jowl affectionately against her leg. "I can't tell you what to do, Beka. I can just tell you that I would be very sorry if you weren't my Baba. I've kind of gotten used to having you around." Beka blinked back unexpected emotion. "Thanks, Chewie. That's really sweet." He was quiet for a moment, and then said. "You know what's really sweet? S'mores, that's what." He gazed up at her with an innocent expression. "Just sayin'.