“Our heroes have arrived, then," the stranger said, his voice a soft, bubbly murmur. "Excuse me?" Poison queries. The odd creature put down his rod in a little wooden cradle that rested next to him and got up from the… — 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
“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
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
“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
“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
Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison. — Chris Wooding Copy Share
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
“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
“They believe all connections are temporary, so to cling to them makes no sense. When someone is gone, they're gone. Live for now; the… — Chris Wooding Copy Share
Some of us are born in the right place, and some of us have to go look for it. — Chris Wooding Copy Share
