Enna Quotes

Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them. ~ Enna Snow

Surely, somewhere in the back of Bulfinch, in a part Lillian had not gotten to, there is an obscure (abstruse, arcane, shadowy, and even hidden) version of Proserpine in he Underworld in which a tired Jewish Ceres schleps through the outskirts of Tartarus, an ugly village of tired whores who must double as laundresses and barbers, a couple of saloons, a nearly empty five-and-dime, and people too poor to pull up stakes. In this version, Ceres looks all over town for her Proserpine, who crossed the River Cyane in a pretty sailboat with Pluto, having had the good sense to come to an understanding with the king early on. Pluto and Proserpine picnic in a charming park, twinkling lights overhead and handsome wide benches like the ones in Central Park. When Ceres comes, tripping a little on her hem as she walks through the soft grass, muttering and trying to yank Proserpine to her feet so they can start the long trip home to Enna and daylight (which has lost much of its luster, now that Proserpine is queen of all she surveys), the girl does not jump up at the sight of her mother, but takes her time handing out the sandwiches and pours cups of sweetened tea for the three of them. She lays a nicely ironed napkin in her lap and another in the lap of her new husband, the king. Proserpine does not eat the pomegranate seeds by mistake, or in a moment of desperate hunger, or fright, or misunderstanding. She takes the pomegranate slice out of her husband's dark and glittering hand and pulls ~ Amy Bloom

Finn, do you see the lias - whatever, the orange-haired girl?" Razo Gestured ahead. "Do you think she's pretty?"
Finn glanced Dasha's way, then returned his attention ot his horse. "She's all right."
"Really? Just all right?"
Finn shrugged.
Razo rolled his eyes. "What am I saying? He doesn't think any girl is pretty but Enna."
"Are there any girls but Enna?" Finn called back.
"There'd better be. ~ Shannon Hale

The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language."
Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts. ~ Shannon Hale

Over there!"
"Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something? ~ Shannon Hale

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? ~ Shannon Hale

Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, their arms around each other, their faces close. Thoug they did not kiss, Rin thought that the way they looked at each other was even more intimate.
'Let's get married,' Enna was saying with yearning in her voice. 'Please, let's get married right now.'
Finn put his face into her neck and whispered something that made her hum. ~ Shannon Hale

Finn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her
Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna's Kingdom, she said, "Isn't that your heart?"
Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes.
"Oh you two are impossible."
Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?"
Isi blushed. "That was just once. ~ Shannon Hale

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked.
Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know. ~ Shannon Hale

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' ... Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood. ~ Shannon Hale