“Ladies, gentlemen, we're out of here! Your boss is upstairs, and only mildly wounded. Go help him if you have the inclination. You'll also notice the house is on fire. Make of that what you like.” — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
Real life is a story, too, only much more complicated. It’s still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
“Nothing's bigger than me!" Frey shouted back. "Me is all I've got.” — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
“She was spared the slow, steady droplets of blood that began to spatter the beds, drip, drip, drip, painting the white sheets in shocked… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
“Trudging off into a swamp in the middle of the night had seemed like a god idea at the time but, like most of… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
“You can’t tell half a tale, Poison. You can’t write half a book. Whatever you choose to do next will completely change the aspect… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison. — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
Then a person has only one tale?” No, some have two or three separate ones or more,” Fleet said. “Some people have many tales.… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
“Ain't no deserving, or otherwise,' Silo said, his bass voice rolling out from deep in his chest. 'There's what is, and what ain't, and… — Chris Wooding Copy Share Image
