I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“They came out. They were children. They wore rags and their skin was livid with sores. Their veins were tubes, their hair wire. Sapphique… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
It's safe to tell a secret to one. Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, everyone else… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow. — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“She stared out. She saw a vastness, a rising shape, indistinct in the rain, gray in the misty drizzle. At first she had thought it was a cloud, a great bank of fog drifting up over the mountains, but now she realized with a cold awe that it was real, a vast building climbing the mountainside, rising in a countless… — catherine fisher Copy Share
He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison. — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“In great ceremony they entered the prison. They were never to be seen again.” — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars -Songs of Sapphique — Catherine Fisher Copy Share
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
