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1 " Sharon exuded the brightness of a firefly, the confidence of a double-decker bus, the optimism of a hedgehog and the tact of a small thermonuclear missile. "
― Kate Griffin , The Glass God (Magicals Anonymous, #2)
2 " I’m a little vague on the details but aren’t doughnuts just the most marvellous thing to ever come out of organised religion? "
3 " nine times out of ten I’ve no idea what I’m saying and I’m only ever nice to people because I don’t have the charisma or the knowledge or any of that to get away with witty put-downs, "
4 " Give me back to us! "
5 " We arethe scylla sisters.We loveeach otherso muchthough sometimes it hurtsand sometimes it is joyand alwaystogether.We love each other.Because no one else will. "
6 " I’ve been reading up on management speak, and I’m guessing that where you say, 'somewhat clouded', what you really mean is 'totally down the pan and in the shit'? "
7 " Sharon spoke slowly and carefully. It was, she’d found, the best way to create an illusion of shamanly wisdom, as people often mistook cautious speech for being thoughtful instead of panic-struck. "
8 " Ain’t no such thing as a god… just an idea with a purpose, that’s all, and usually some bloody stupid bloody naïve purpose made up by people what ain’t got the brains to figure shit out for themselves. "
9 " Sharon had read a lot of books on the subject of human society and psychology, and after a great deal about social identity and pack spirit, had taken away this simple conclusion: It is far better to talk bollocks at great length and feel okay about it, than to talk about nothing at all and end up killing people. "
10 " She would have liked a drink, but staying awake was proving a challenge and somehow, she felt, as deputy Midnight Mayor she was still on duty. So she cradled an orange juice, whose contents were two parts ice to five parts acid to one part remnant of the colour orange, and trod on her own toes under the table in an effort to remain awake. "
11 " all paperwork is, pardon my language, Ms Li, pestilential putrefaction designed to confound the real work of society in a quagmire of bullshit? "
12 " Little Lion Street was presumably named after an incident hundreds of years ago which concerned something little and almost certainly involved a street but, Rhys felt, had in no way included a lion. "
13 " At least with magical portals and mystic byways, you had a reasonably good chance that economics and time constraints confined the journey to just a few minutes of scrambling around through geographically unsound temporal mists. In the small hours of the morning, the air cold and damp, and the sun not yet even a glow on the eastern horizon, it was more of a challenge to get back using nothing more than the urban travel infrastructure. "