“I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“The whole world is made of words," said Marguerite irritably. "Treaties and contracts and secrets and laws are nothing but words, but everything runs on them. Of course they've got power.” — 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… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“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
