“Loki, that's me. Loki, the Light-Bringer, the misunderstood, the elusive, the handsome and modest hero of this particular tissue of lies.” — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“Loki was hurling fire runes and holding a running commentary on her battle, to which no one but him was listening to.… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way.… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“I know you,” said Maddy. “You’re -“ “What’s a name?” Loki grinned. “Wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
“For a moment something almost as rare as the sight that they had just witnessed occurred: Loki was totally lost for words.” — Joanne Harris Copy Share
“There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
“Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.” — Joanne Harris Copy Share
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate--and volatile--I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry.… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
“Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place” — Joanne Harris Copy Share
I was convinced I'd hate Twitter - but I've come to like it very much. I use it mostly to keep in touch with… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
One of the things that writing has taught me is that fiction has a life of its own. Fictional places are sometimes more real… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
“No one looks at us. We might as well be invisible; or clothing marks us as strangers, transients. They are polite, so polite; no… — Joanne Harris Copy Share
