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Cover
Also by Renée Ahdieh
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Map of New Orleans French Quarter
Dedication
Epigraph
Full of vexation come I.
When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!
Ill met by moonlight.
Curiouser and Curiouser!
Through the forest have I gone.
She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).
¡Qué Hostia!
In a Wonderland they lie.
Take pains; be perfect.
We’re all mad here.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Explanations take such a dreadful time.
Through the forest have I gone.
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
On whose eyes I might approve this flower’s force in stirring love.
For never was a story of more woe.
If you drink much from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet.
Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.
Our revels now are ended.
What’s past is prologue.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
Sunan of the Wyld
The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my furs and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets!
The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, and pure.
I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir.
The great wisdom is like water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
You cannot cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon.
And the moral of that is—“Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love, that makes the world go round!”
What, drawn, and talk of peace?
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead.
Two households, both alike in dignity.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Epilogue
Your Guide to Renée Ahdieh
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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