That's the trouble with a story spinner. You never know what's real and what's made up. Even when they are telling the… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
Even tiny children looking at a picture book are using their imaginations, gleaning clues from the images to understand what is happening,… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“The small lives of women don't make for good stories. That's why there were no girls in the stories Myrddin told, unless… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
I still feel, as I did when I was six or seven, that books are simply the best way to experience a… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“She wanted to stop, but she was riding a wave of memory and it was carrying her backward to that night, that room, and… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
he cut through the 21st Century Gallery, past the big plastic statues of Pluto and Mickey, animal headed gods of lost America — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“It will be all right, Tom. Wherever we go now, whatever becomes of us, we'll be together, and it will all be all right.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“The Scriven men wore stack-heeled boots and pearl-studded evening coats; the ladies in their vast skirts looked like mythical creatures, half woman, half sofa.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Oenone had found the chapel by accident, and was not certain what kept drawing her back to it. She was not a Christian. Few… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“But the look on his face was so strange that I hadn't the heart to take his story away from him. He believed it,… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“And isn't that what all boys want and all men, too? Just to be taken seriously?” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night. — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Outside, Melliphant's ear flattened itself against the wood of the door like a pale slug.” — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“Waste not, want not’ is the Engineers’ motto, Miss. Properly processed human ordure makes very useful fuel for our city’s engines. And we are… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
Is it...dead?" asked Tom, his voice all quivery with fright. "A town just ran over him," said Hester. "I shouldn't think he's very well... — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
“The closest she had been to them was certain summer evenings when they had gone for picnics in the magravine's ice-barge -- simple family… — Philip Reeve Copy Share Image
