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1 " The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies. "
― Sarah Monette , The Mirador (Doctrine of Labyrinths, #3)
2 " I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying. "
― Sarah Monette , The Virtu (Doctrine of Labyrinths, #2)
3 " You know how sometimes you can be going along and do something or say something, and suddenly you *know* yourself? I mean, it's like you're looking at somebody else, and it's just so fucking clear you want to hit something. "
4 " The ritual worked. That is the most ghastly thing. I hold no particular brief for the rationality of the world, but that this vile obscenity should actually have the power to bring back the dead seems to me not merely a sign that the world is not rational, but that it is in fact entirely insane, a murderous lunatic gibbering in the corner of a padded cell. "
― Sarah Monette , The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth
5 " Felix just sat there, not smirking exactly - or not so as you could call him on it - but clearly happy with how unhappy he'd managed to make all of us. "
6 " The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats. "
7 " As she became more honest with herself, her writing matured, so that one could catch glimpses of what would emerge from its chrysalis as a poet’s genius. "
8 " Amelia Stapleton had frozen herself in a kind artificial girlhood which apparently resonated with the ghost of Georgiana Truelove. In fact, I saw a dreadful symmetry between the two: both of them unable to grow up, both of them preserved like insects in amber at this point of trauma, where their lives ended-Miss Stapleton’s only metaphorically, but Georgiana Truelove’s with a most dreadful literality. "
9 " This was merely the malignant hand of coincidence. "
10 " Gentle reader, allow me to introduce Kyle Murchison Booth. You will forgive him if he does not shake hands. "
11 " He began to laugh again, a croaking, rasping vile sound that made me want to stop my ears with my fingers. "
12 " Where I remembered a weedy, sniffling rat of a boy, here was a small, spare dry man with fierce bright eyes like those of a hunting hawk. "
13 " The hotel was a blazing citadel, a palace of electricity in the city’s cold gloom. "
14 " Like many predators, boys hunt in packs. "
15 " I had neither proof nor explanation, only that mad inner surety that I suspect is characteristic of all those who hear voices in an empty room, whether those voices be spectral or merely delusional. "
16 " He walked like a conqueror, like a lion. He could not have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three. His eyes were not merely vivid blue; they were intense, blazing, as if they were lit from within, as if this young man was bringing a flame that no one else could feel. His mouth was twisted in a mocking smile. He had known I would look. "
17 " Ivo sat and listened, the look in his blue eyes enrapt and I knew, though I could hardly believe it, that he was not bored or uninterested, that to him I mattered as I had never mattered to anyone in my life. "
18 " He touched my face; I could feel the heat of his fingers, and this time I did not flinch away, although I was trembling. "
19 " I want to make love to you. Will you let me? "
20 " At home, it was part of my life that Ivo was always watching me, unblinking, the slits of his pupils expanding and contracting as a cat’s do when it considers whether or not to pounce on its prey. "
