“move to Uxbridge, where she would take work as a housemaid for a year” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“she turned the page and scanned them again, committing them to memory.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Memory Copy Share Image
“Jaska straightened, though his whole person seemed to wilt.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Mind Copy Share Image
“if the man could hear anyone speak with that ego pressing against his eardrums.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Matrona's heart retreated until it hit her spine, and she quivered with its every beat.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Everyone has a dark side! But it’s their choice whether or not they cultivate it.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Choice Copy Share Image
“My ma always said the word damn came from beavers who gave up on their houses one stick short.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Beavers Copy Share Image
“It’s my business to know,” Mg. Aviosky said, pointing her nose slightly closer to the ceiling. She” — Charlie N. Holmberg Business Copy Share Image
“and didn’t want to involve Bennet any further in her dark-rooted hobby, so” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Jaska’s rotted to the core For Jaska has denied the Lord His mum is mad, his dad is sad His soul is… — Charlie N. Holmberg Sad soul Copy Share Image
“Six days. The man had been gone six days, and that was all he had to say about it?” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“I can wait two years, she thought, turning the rose in her hand. I can wait two years for him, longer if… — Charlie N. Holmberg Entire life Copy Share Image
“Condemned by your people. Opened the second. Condemned by yourself. Opened the third. To see who you were. Opened the fourth. To… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she… — Charlie N. Holmberg Ants Copy Share Image
“Have you heard the children’s rhyme about me?” Jaska asked. “I have, unfortunately.” Jaska wiped a hand down his face. “Kind of… — Charlie N. Holmberg Children Copy Share Image
“Faith is a very personal thing, really. Just because you don’t meet with a group of people once a week who believe… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“She believed in Him; she always had. To think He didn’t exist . . . she’d be a shell empty of its… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Before she went to bed, she loaded her Tatham percussion-lock pistol and added its weight to her bounty of spells. One didn’t… — Charlie N. Holmberg Magic Copy Share Image
“When I think about it . . . I guess I’ve just taken what bits and pieces I felt were right for me and… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“The heart pumped softly in her hands, it’s PUM-Pom-poom rattling gently against her skin. A means of living. The greatest spell she… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“I’d say, Ceony,” he said after swallowing, “had I not been present for the lessons, I’d think you’d found a way to… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Where were you?” she asked before he turned the knob. He paused, and she clarified: “I came to the cottage last week… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“I think life would be much . . . simpler . . . if a man could believe in one solid thing,” he answered, still not… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“They’re such little thoughts”—Matrona winced, fingers returning to her temples—“often passing as quickly as they came, or after a good night’s rest.… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“It was those dolls...so strange and disarming. Matrona had never seen their like before.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Dolls Copy Share Image
“As far as magic went, she knew it was paper or nothing, and she’d rather be a Folder than a failure. She” — Charlie N. Holmberg Failure Copy Share Image
“Mad Olia had a lot to say, and most of it was nonsensical, if it could be understood at all. Like bad… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“But she still had time. Surely she still had time. Stories like this one weren’t meant to end badly.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Time Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the man wasn’t so mad after all. Or maybe it’s a madness that I can learn to appreciate.” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
