“It was a feeling unmatched, to be sought by another.”
“Rule wisely, oh king, for the land is your flesh, its people your blood.”
“Mildmay’s anger was like a third person sitting between us-which was all the more unfortunate as there was barely room for two.”
“Inverno, Primavera, Estate, Autunno; La morte è la quinta e la padrona di tutte”
“Power was building up around him, living, writhing, hissing power.”
“All the time he had been lying in wait, pretending to be something he wasn’t.”
“The shapes in the shadows uttered tittering chimes of thin bones clattering together in the breeze.”
“Courage does not always roar. Valor does not always shine.”
“Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery?”
“Say something spiteful.” “Why?” she asked faintly. “Because I’m fairly certain I m hallucinating and in my dreams you re much nicer.” “You re an idiot, Nikolai.”
“Nothing is safe from you. If I were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later— probably sooner— I’d look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I’d be disappointed in you if I didn’t see you.” “Are you off to the iceberg today?” Sophie retorted.”
“Her time is better spent with me. The thorn wood is a path you walk alone, boy king.” “But it’s a very arduous path,” Nikolai said. “Who will carry my snacks?”
“You are my fantasy on a cold dark night, my muse during the light of day and the one wish my soul would make”
“I was ten,” I said. “Give me a little credit.” “To a boy with aspirations like that, I would extend my respect—but not credit. Or life insurance.” Abraham sounded amused. “You are an interesting man, David Charleston, but you sound like you were an even more interesting child.”
“Now that your speech impediment has been rectified, perhaps you might say something. It would be best if it were humorous. I enjoy a good jest. You are dreadfully rude, I said to him. He sighed. That wasn t the slightest bit funny.”
“a paper star that has been unfolded and refolded into a tiny unicorn but the unicorn remembers a time when it was a star and an earlier time when it was part of a book and sometimes the unicorn dreams of the time before it was a book when it was a tree and the time even longer before that when it was a different sort of star”
“I only want to catch you,” Michael explained. “I won’t hurt you.” “No! No!” the star crackled desperately. “That’s wrong! I’m supposed to die!” “But I could save you if you’d let me catch you,” Michael told it gently. “No!” cried the star. “I’d rather die!”