“Be warned, then: the collected volumes of this series will contain frozen mountains, foetid swamps, hostile foreigners, hostile fellow countrymen, the occasional hostile family member, bad decisions, misadventures in orienteering, diseases of an unromantic sort, and a plenitude of mud.” — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“She reached out with her free hand, and when it came back, it glowed with a shaft of impossible light.” — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Just as Manda Lewis's impressions of the world had been informed by her reading-- leading her to expect balls, duels, and conveniently timed thunderstorms… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“And all the while I have people telling me, at least you still have something of your husband . Do they mean the book… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“More shouts, and then my father was there, staring down at me in horror: the minor pagan god, appalled at what his worshiper had… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“I wish it could have been otherwise. But in the end … this is part of our past, whether we are proud to admit it… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
But coming to terms with one’s sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another. — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Their characteristics are well-known. They're beautiful -- when they're not astoundingly ugly. They're both goddesses for men to worship, and demons for them to… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“When I finally did confront Mr. Arcott, after my return to Falchester, he had the cheek to try and argue that his intellectual thievery… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“Utopias bore me. I'm interested in constructing messy, complicated societies that are full of flaws and then saying, ooh, this is interesting, let's see… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
“This was London, in all its filth and glory. Nostalgic for the past, while yearning to cast off the chains of bygone ages and… — Marie Brennan Copy Share Image
