She didn’t want to be considered a woman yet, wasn’t ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.

Red Riding Hood is not a fairy tale, but rather a universal story about courage and growing up.

The wedding doesn’t feel like mine. It feels like I’m being sold.

She never worried about falling; such a thing was never possible in this weightless world.

His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope – leaving two unraveling strands.

The wolf lives right here. In this village”. He looked at the villages. “Among you. It is one of you.

His memory loved her too much.

Valerie stood with the other women, watching the men go. She couldn't help bristling at this division of the sexes. Her fingers itched to hold a weapon, too, to do something, to kill something with her anger.

Promise me you'll be careful, my boy." She handed him the pack she'd assembled."Don't worry. The Wolf has no interest in me," he said, smiling through his pain. "I'm all gristle.

Peter?”He couldn’t look at her. Instead, he stared down at hispoisoned arm.“I could do terrible things to you,” he cautioned hersadly. “I have to leave you. You won’t be safe with me untilI learn to control myself.”“I’ll wait for you.”Finally, when he felt the strength of his conviction, ofher conviction, he turned to her, allowing her in for just amoment.“I thought you’d say that.