Author: Hans Christian Andersen

Cited by

• Jodi Lynn Anderson (3)
  • IN: The Vanishing Season (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
    FROM: Letter to Edvard Collin, (1935), Letter, Denmark
  • IN: Moment Collector (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
    FROM: Letter to Edvard Collin, (1935), Letter, Denmark
• Laurie Boyle Crompton (2)
  • IN: Adrenaline Crush (2014) Contemporary, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment. She was as firm as himself.
    FROM: The Steadfast Tin Soldier, (1838), Book, Denmark
• Vickl L. Weavil (1)
  • IN: Crown of Ice (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Denmark
• Robyn Carr (1)
  • IN: What We Find (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Denmark
• Michael Cunningham (1)
  • IN: The Snow Queen (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Empty, vast, and cold were the halls of the Snow Queen. The flickering flame of the northern lights could be plainly seen, whether they rose high or low in the heavens, from every part of the castle. In the midst of its empty, endless hall of snow was a frozen lake, broken on its surface into a thousand forms; each piece resembled another, from being in itself perfect as a work of art, and in the centre of this lake sat the Snow Queen, when she was at home. She called the lake "The Mirror of Reason," and said that it was the best, and indeed the only one in the world.
    FROM: The Snow Queen, (1844), Short story, Denmark
• Goncalo M. Tavares (1)
  • IN: Joseph Walser's Machine (2004) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: He wanted to say the Lord's Prayer, but all he could remember was his multiplication tables.
    FROM: The Snow Queen, (1844), Short Story, Denmark
• Nandita C. Puri (1)
  • IN: Two Worlds (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Out of reality are our tales of imagination fashioned.
    FROM: Mother Elderberry, (1844), Short Story, Denmark
• Mike & Golden, Christopher Mignola (1)
  • IN: Baltimore, or The Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There were once five and twenty tin soldiers, all brothers, for they were the offspring of the same old tin spoon.
    FROM: The Steadfast Tin Soldier, (1838), Short story, Denmark
• Susan Wiggs (1)
  • IN: The Charm School (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “What nice little children you do have, mother,” said the old duck with the rag around her leg. “They are all pretty except that one. He didn’t come out so well. It’s a pity you can’t hatch him again.” And the poor duckling who had been the last one out of his egg, and who looked so ugly, was pecked and pushed about and made fun of by the ducks, and the chickens as well. “He’s too big,” said they all. The turkey gobbler, who thought himself an emperor because he was born wearing spurs, puffed up like a ship under full sail and bore down upon him, gobbling and gobbling until he was red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where he dared stand or where he dared walk. He was so sad because he was so desperately ugly, and because he was the laughingstock of the whole barnyard. When morning came, the wild ducks flew up to have a look at the duckling. “What sort of creature are you?” they asked, as the duckling turned in all directions, bowing his best to them all. “You are terribly ugly,” they told him, “but that’s nothing to us so long as you don’t marry into our family.”
    FROM: The Ugly Ducking, (1843), Short Story, Denmark
• Sophie Barnes (1)
  • IN: The Scandal In Kissing An Heir: At the Kingsborough Ball (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale of all.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Denmark
• Ann Claybomb (1)
  • IN: The Mermaid's Daighter (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "I know what you want," said the sea witch... "You want to get rid of your fish's tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like human beings on earth, so that the young prince may fall in love with you... Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every steo you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you... Put out your little tongue that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught." "It shall be," said the little mermaid.
    FROM: The Little Mermaid, (1837), Short story, Denmark
• Karen Dionne (1)
  • IN: The Marsh King's Daughter (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From its nest high on the roof of the Viking's castle, the stork could see a small lake, and by the reeds and the green banks lay the trunk of an alder tree. Upon this three swans stood flapping their wings and looking about them. One of them threw off her plumage, and the stork recognized her as a princess of Egypt. There she sat without any covering but her long, black hair. The stork heard her tell the two others to take great care of the swan's plumage while she dipped dow n into the water to pluck the flowers she imagined she saw there. The others nodded and picked up the feather dress and flew away with her swan's plumage. "Dive down now!" they cried; "thou shalt never more fly in the swan's plumage, thou shalt never again see Egypt; here, on the moor, thou wilt remain." So saying, they tore the swan's plumage into a thousand pieces. The feathers drifted about like a snow shower, and then the two deceiftul princesses flew away. The princess wept and lamented aloud; her tears moistened the alder stump, which was really not an alder stump but the Marsh King himself, he who in marshy ground lives and rules. The stump of the tree turned around, and was a tree no more, while long, clammy branches like arms extended from it. The poor child was terribly frightened, and started up to run away. She hastened to cross the green, slimy ground, but quickly sank, and the alder stump after her. Great black bubbles rose up out of the slime, and with these, every trace of the princess vanished.
    FROM: The Marsh King's Daughter (trans. by Mrs H. B. Paull), (1872), NULL, Denmark
• Jesper Wung-Sung (1)
  • IN: The Last Execution (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Eveyone wanted to attend that execution; that day was a day of celebration.
    FROM: in his diary, (None), Diary, Denmark
• Ann Claycomb (1)
  • IN: The Mermaid's Daughter (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: "I know what you want," said the sea witch... "You want to get rid of your fish's tail, and to have two supports instead of it, like human beings on earth, so that the young prince may fall in love with you ... I will prepare a draught for you... Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you... Put out your little tongue so that I may cut it off as my payment; then you shall have the powerful draught." "It shall be," said the little mermaid.
    FROM: "The Little Mermaid", (1837), Story, NULL