You have to salvage what you can, even if you’re the one who buried it in the first place.
Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends.
Remember, when you don’t know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It’s like reading the I Ching or tea leaves.
There were two girls in a room. They were reading a book… Look again, and the room is empty. The end of the story will have to wait.
Fox is a television character, and she isn’t dead yet. But she will be, soon. She’s a character on a television show called The Library. You’ve never seen the Library on TV, but I bet you wish you had.
The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.
The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?Here endeth the lesson.
Her chest feels very tight, as if she’s suddenly full of poison. You have to keep it all inside. Like throwing yourself on a bomb to save everyone else. Except you’re the bomb.
The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.
A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It’s a stage all girls go through. If you’re lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.
It’s night in the Free People’s World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, … between the pages of their enchanted novels.
On old maps, cartographers would draw strange beasts around the margins and write phrases such as “Here be dragons.” That’s where monsters exist: in the unmapped spaces, in the places where we haven’t filled in all the gaps…