Quote by: Shannon Hale

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.

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Author Bio

  • NameShannon Hale
  • DescriptionAmerican fantasy novelist
  • BornJanuary 26, 1974
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist
  • WorksThe Goose Girl; Princess Academy; Book Of A Thousand Days