Spectacular Stephanie Garber Quotes

I might have outgrown toys, but I hope never to outgrow joy and dressing up and giving gifts.

but it felt spectacularly bigger, the way a word feels bigger with an exclamation point tacked onto it.

People need holidays. They need happiness, they need joy, and they need reasons to give and to love.

I'm just saying you look nervous" "And you look like an elf

Are you upset because it doesn't look like you? Because I think it kind of does" "I'm not upset about a snowman

The stars were spectacularly fiery that night,

Does this mean you actually love the Great Holiday after all?” Legend’s perfect smile appeared again. “No, Donatella. I just love you.

But she said, “None of your business.” “You are always my business, Donatella.

I'm not going to dress like an elf." "Good, because you would look ridiculous. Secondly, I'm not dressed like an el. I'm just wearing green and I happen to look absurdly good in green. Your mind only goes to elves because elves are magical, and for one, I happen to be the more magical brother

Originally printed in Valenda, capital city of the Meridian Empire, during the Second Year of the Scarlett Dynasty, by Legendary Publications. If you are a curmudgeon or have any sensitivities to merriment, fantasy, romance, dreams, and holiday magic, you may wish to put this book down immediately. This story has been known to infect readers with holiday spirit and dreams of being swept away. Some readers have even been known to break into song or spontaneously start baking holiday cookies. This book may be purchased, gifted, or borrowed, but under no circumstances should copies of this story be transported to the Magnificent North. The magic of this book does not mix well with the cursed story magic of the Magnificent North, and if the two are combined, Legendary Publications is not responsible for what will happen.

You look quite dashing, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she reached him. But Julian turned quickly enough that her lips found his instead. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight and kissing her back until her cheeks were redder than a candy cane. “You scoundrel,” she murmured. “It’s not my fault you look so pretty when you blush.

I am a weapon,” Tella muttered.

Your mind only goes to elves because elves are magical, and for once, I happen to be the more magical brother.” “Only in Scarlett’s opinion,” Legend muttered. “Her opinion is the only one that matters to me.

I'm not going to dress like an elf." "Good, because you would look ridiculous. Secondly, I'm not dressed like an elf. I'm just wearing green and I happen to look absurdly good in green. Your mind only goes to elves because elves are magical, and for one, I happen to be the more magical brother

—anything could happen. But in her opinion, truly wonderful things were also far more likely to happen if they were given a nudge or a healthy shove. She believed if people wanted things as much as she did, they wouldn’t simply sit by and wait for a chance. They would knock down doors and crash through windows. They would battle their fears as if they were dragons. They would do more than they’d believed they were capable of in pursuit of their dreams.

He’d told her he was busy preparing for the next Caraval.

the stars were spectacularly fiery that night, lighting all of Valenda with their splendor and shimmer. it glowed desert-gold and scorching red, dripping crimson stars like grains of sands, no doubt counting down until dawn and the end of Caraval.

It was about the same size as her village on Trisda, but it felt spectacularly bigger, the way a word feels bigger with an exclamation point tacked onto it.

But the most popular story, of course, would be that of Princess Donatella Dragna.

If you think that, then you don’t know my brother,” said a familiar voice. Julian’s voice. The love of Scarlett’s life.

Loving her had cost him, and Tella feared that Legend was regretting it

Loving her had cost him, and Tella feared that Legend was regretting it now.

Then he would wink or smile, or give her a look that said, Can we please slip away from everyone else?

Tella had a fleeting thought that the phrase tall, dark, and handsome needed to be changed to tall, dark, and Legend.

She had thought that at some point her impression of him would change, that eventually he’d seem less perfect, less untouchable—less like an ephemeral dark dream that you weren’t supposed to fall in love with, the kind of dangerous dream that easily could break her if he wished—now that she had let down her guard and opened up her heart.