I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
In the Sapient tongue he said softly, ‘Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?’ ‘Is it?’ Sapphique replied in the… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
We are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can’t read, where the… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
The world is a chessboard, Madam, on which we play out our ploys and follies. You are the Queen, of course. Your… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there? — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“They came out. They were children. They wore rags and their skin was livid with sores. Their veins were tubes, their hair wire. Sapphique… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
It's safe to tell a secret to one. Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, everyone else… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow. — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“She stared out. She saw a vastness, a rising shape, indistinct in the rain, gray in the misty drizzle. At first she had thought… — catherine fisher Copy Share Image
He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison. — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“In great ceremony they entered the prison. They were never to be seen again.” — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
