“The Maestro spoke again. "When we are not, at what point do we become?" I could not reply. For I had grasped… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“I peered at his writing, but I could make nothing of it. Then I saw why, and my soul chilled like marble.… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“This was not completely true. I had run so fast that I still had a stitch in my side, but I did… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“Being illegitimate is a technicality. It does not mean that there is anything wrong with you. Men use "bastard" as a curse.… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“The scribe was a strict teacher and he did not accept anything less than perfect... Like a mother sensing the baby quickening… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“How had it come about that these particular designs were chosen as our letters? Who decreed what sound would accompany each shape?… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“They spoke politely and with deference to the adults, whereas it went against my nature not to speak plainly. To many people… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“Ho there, scribe. I see that you write well enough. Can you also read?' 'Obviously you cannot, boy,' he replied. 'For if… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“I am not a doctor,' I replied, 'I only help those who come to me in desperation. When a man is brought… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“Listen, that girl is my world, and I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting her. I’d handle this myself if I… — J. Sterling Copy Share Image
“She looked... She looked young, and- and--" I glanced down at Rossana gazing up at me, lips parted, eyes shining, her hair… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
“He could quite quickly become detached from the nuances of common human emotion. Particularly if he was engaged in some aspect of… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
