“They emerged, stumbling in to the starlight. The man at Marra's side gasped in air as if he had never breathed before. 'Free,' he said. 'Am I free of that place?' 'Almost,' said the dust-wife. 'Not quite yet. We've got… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Between one stride and the next, the herd of reindeer faded away. She felt a last few ghosts go with her, shoulder on shoulder,… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Headache is always preferable to heartache, and if you’re focusing on not throwing up, you aren’t thinking about how the friends of your youth… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Thank you,” breathed Rhea. “Oh, thank you! I will never step on a slug again!” She could have sworn that the nearest slug turned… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“But as long as they gave us medals, that fixed it, as far as the army was concerned. You expect heroes to survive terrible… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“—and start a little before the beginning, because we are usually wrong about where things begin.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“You're from Florida. There's got to be more holes to hell in Florida than any other state.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“—but the world is unfair, and sometimes we must use that unfairness to our advantage.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“My heart is smaller,” she whispered. “Of course,” said the woman. “Reindeer have greater hearts than humans. They have to, to give us as… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“Inspiration knocks now and again, but spite bangs on the door all year long.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“This was like that, only without the flash or the headache. I felt the world shift around me. Javier hadn't been looking at me at all. Why had I believed that he was? Because it was easy. Because it was what the voice of despair whispered all the time, whenever my guard slipped enough to listen. I was too big,… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share
“And you and your wise prince will talk long into the night, every night, and live to a ripe old age. And the children… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
