Quotes from Annette Curtis Klause

Puck shook her head ruefully. "We haven't even solved the first problem, and I'm worrying about the next one. I must be an idiot." "No," Hush said, wiggling an impossible finger at her. "Only kindness. Very much kindness.

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chococlate in my mouth,the one as hateful as the other

A pentagram is burning in your eyes and soft, pale twists of wolfbane squeeze your heart. A grinding pain is writhing in your thighs the crunch of bones proclaims the changes start.

When a boy's first romantic interlude is with Phoebe the Dog-Faced Girl, he feels a need to get out into the world and find a new life.

Like Mom, Zoe thought–like Mom used to. And that's where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It's not even good poetry, she thought. I don't have talent, it's her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. "You're a dark one," her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. "You're a mystery.

The dark purr of his voice was almost soothing.

Life is an illusion that last too little.