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“There were candles glittering light and fires burning in hearths, but not a single person appeared. Fairytale images covered all the closed doors on the second floor: a rabbit in a crown, a knight holding a star-shaped key, a pastry goblin tossing sweets.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Everything about the whimsical inn inspired curiosity instead of fear. In a third-floor bathing room, Evangeline found the most delightful copper tub, reminiscent of the clock in the hall. It had lovely jewelled handles and a faucet that could pout out different-coloured waters in a variety of scents:

Pink honeysuckle.
Lavender rose.
Green pine needle.
Silver rain.

She'd mixed the rain and honeysuckle, and now she smelled like a sweet and stormy day.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Near the door towered a brightly painted clock with jewelled pendulums. But instead of hours, it seemed to have names of food and drink. Things like Dumplings & Meat, Fish Stew, Mystery Stew, Toast and Tea, Porridge, Ale, Beer, Mead, Wine, Cider, Honey Pie, Brambleberry Crisp, Forest Cakes.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“The first door she opened was carved with a picture of a pastry goblin tossing sweets. The room on the other side was even more delightful, decorated with apothecary jars full of colourful candies. The pillows on the bed all looked like sweets as well- wrapped taffy, gumdrops, and fluffy marshmallows. It felt tempting to lie down, just for a minute. She could almost hear the bed say If you sleep here, your dreams will be sweet, too.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Everything about the whimsical inn inspired curiosity instead of fear. In a third-floor bathing room, Evangeline found the most delightful copper tub, reminiscent of the clock in the hall. It had lovely jewelled handles and a faucet that could pour out different-coloured waters in a variety of scents:

Pink honeysuckle.
Lavender rose.
Green pine needle.
Silver rain.

She'd mixed the rain and honeysuckle, and now she smelled like a sweet and stormy day.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After