Once Upon A Broken Heart Quotes

“She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“In the North, fairytales and history were treated as one and the same because their stories and histories were all cursed. Some tales couldn't be written down without bursting in to flames, others couldn't leave the North, and many changed every time they were shared, becoming less and less real with every retelling. It was said that every Northern tale had started as true history, but over time, the Northern story curse had twisted all the tales until only bits of truth remained.

One of the stories Liana used to tell Evangeline was The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox, a romantic tale about a crafty peasant girl who could transform in to a fox and the young archer who loved her, but was cursed with the need to hunt her down and kill her.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“There was something fantastically bewitching about the idea that a person's destiny could change in one single night.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“People who don't like me call me Jacks.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I don't think what you want will help you. But I do appreciate a good lost cause.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“According to the myths, the Prince of Hearts was not capable of love because his heart had stopped beating long ago. Only one person could make it work again: his one true love. they said his kiss was fatal to all but her- his only weakness- and as he'd sought her, he'd left a trail of corpses.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“His lips brushed over the delicate underside of her wrist. Once. Twice. Three times. It was barely a touch, and yet there was something incredibly intimate about it. It made her think of the other stories that said his kisses might have been fatal, but they were worth dying for. Jacks' cool mouth dragged intentionally back and forth over her racing pulse, velvety and gentle and- his sharp teeth dug in to her skin.

She cried out, 'You bit me!'

'Relax, pet. I didn't draw any blood.' His eyes shone brighter as he dropped her arm.

She ran a finger over the tender skin he'd just sunk his teeth into. Three thin white scars, shaped like tiny broken hearts, lined the underside of her wrist. One for each kiss.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Her steps took her deeper inside the cathedral. Everything was shockingly white. White carpets, white candles, white prayer pews of white oak, white aspen, and flaky white birch.

Evangeline passed row after row of mismatched white benches. They might have been handsome once, but now many had missing legs, while others had mutilated cushions or benches that had been broken in half.

Broken.

Broken.

Broken.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Black veins were filling the garden, spreading like escaped ink. Darkness, darkness everywhere. It was night, without any moons or stars.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I'll never comprehend humans.' Poison sighed. 'All of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Made of granite with marbled blue veins and as tall as a castle's keep, the arch's weathered columns were carved to look like mermaids holding tridents that pierced through carvings of men, the way a sailor might spear a fish. The men's backs were bowed, and their hands stretched to hold out the sign forming the top of the enormous arch.

WELCOME TO THE MAGNIFICENT NORTH. STORIES BE HERE.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“... a robust pop sounded and a tiny pepper black dragon about the size of a chipmunk shot out streams of red fire to sear a fish stick at a nearby stall.

On the docks, the adorable little beasts appeared to be as common as squirrels. Almost every vendor had one. Marisol was clearly not fond of the small winged creatures but Evangeline was delighted to spy tiny blue dragons sitting on shoulders and leathery brown ones perched on carts. The miniature beasts roasted apples and meats, blew glass baubles, and heated earthen mugs of drinking chocolate.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“... the bell had long suspected she was a curiosity as well, though it couldn't figure out exactly what sort.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Evangeline had always believed that some of the items that passed through his shop really were enchanted. She'd often tracked down chess pieces that had wandered from their boards, and sometimes the paintings wore different expressions from those they'd had the day before.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“... torches on either side of it illuminated carvings that were equally intricate and far more inviting. Evangeline saw symbols from countless Northern tales and ballads: star-shaped keys and broken books, knights in armour, a crowned wolf's head, winged horses, bits of castles, arrows and foxes, and twining vines of harlequin lilies.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“The young man stood beside the arch the way a tree stood in a forest as if he'd always been there. He wore no cloak or cape, just sinuous leather armour and an unusual bronze helm. The top portion almost looked like a crown, thick and decorated with unfamiliar symbols that wrapped around the young man's forehead. The helm left most of his wavy brown hair uncovered but concealed much of his face with a wide curve of harsh, spiked metal that bracketed the sides of his head and covered his jaw all the way to the bridge of his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes and slashing cheekbones exposed.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“His lips were two wicked slashes, his eyes ice, and his perfect skin more marble than she remembered, pale and smooth and impenetrable.

In his church, there'd been a hint of twisted playfulness that softened some of his merciless edges. But all of that was gone. He'd lost something since she'd last seen him as if he'd been a touch human before but now he was not.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart / Caraval / Legendary / Finale