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The moon and mirrors have this much in common: you cannot see behind them.

— Angela Carter, from “Wolf-Alice” in The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

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She seemed fragile as a moonflower — destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

— Juliet Marillier, from Wildwood Dancing

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Pre-Raphaelite, she combed out her long, black hair to stream straight down from a centre parting and thoughtfully regarded herself as she held a tiger-lily from the garden under her chin, her knees pressed close together.

— Angela Carter, from The Magic Toyshop, Chapter I

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‘I shall go down into the garden. Into the night.’

— Angela Carter, from The Magic Toyshop, Chapter I

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“He kissed her anyway, lightly on the cheek, before she turned to get her coat, thinking how long he had known her and how little he knew her and how little he knew of how much or little there was in her to know.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from “The Snow Queen” in Snow White, Blood Red, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

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“Her eyes were black as the night sky between the winter constellations.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from from "The Snow Queen", in Snow White, Blood Red, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

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“His own face, with sharp bones at cheek and jaw, dark eyes beneath pale brows, looked, he thought, wild and austere: a monk’s face, a wizard’s face.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from from "The Snow Queen", in Snow White, Blood Red, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

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“I had slept through another day. Or perhaps there were no more days; they had withered and died for the season, left us with the winter flowers of darkness and dreams.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“…the rose as red as blood that bloomed in the dark water, more beautiful than any living rose.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“She seemed made of lace or wings, nothing real. Not bones and weary skin — nothing that could ever be old.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“…where the wild roses grew among the tame…”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“Barefoot. And with rose petals in your hair. You look like something conceived under a mushroom.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“The well was one of the wood’s secrets: a deep spring as clear as light, hidden under an overhang of dark stones down which the brier roses fall, white as snow, red as blood, all summer long.”

— Patricia A. McKillip, from Winter Rose

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“It’s as if the year were kneeling to pray in a vast cathedral full of mellow stained light, isn’t it?”

— L.M Montgomery, from Anne of Avonlea

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“…she was very slight and small, with softly curling dark hair and big, sweet, timid brown eyes, and a little wistful, pale face.”

— L.M Montgomery, from Anne of Avonlea

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“If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,”

— L.M Montgomery, from Anne of Avonlea

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“We’re to seek for beauty and refuse to see anything else.”

— L.M Montgomery, from Anne of Avonlea