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1 " Father... just for once can you live in the moment? "
― Trevor Alan Foris , The Octunnumi Fosbit Files Prologue
2 " You lost sight of what was important... and sometimes, to gain something you have to let something go. "
3 " ... something was not right... almost as if something were hiding amongst the paint... squeezed in between the brush strokes... a kind of presence bringing it alive... "
4 " Are we or are we not currently walking through a fairy-tale? "
5 " Your role out there is to give something back, guide the way forward... Maybe, just maybe if you spent a little less time looking out for yourself and a little more time thinking about... no, scratch that, just thinking would be a start. "
6 " Trad had refused to stop until every last one of the Alliance Innesomids had been brought back under Octunnumi protection. "
7 " ... we know where this will end,’ he says, gesturing his ageing body. ‘... I am after all nothing more than my roots – a typical Amunarainith... "
8 " Be careful what you wish for... your wish will visit you tenfold. "
9 " Wandering these shelves, the many mechanical animals... ambled about their day, unaffected by the presence of Maiegryn and her children. "
10 " ... do your lot wake up and think hmm, what can I do to ruin the planet today? "
11 " Right, so I wake up in the morgue as me, Grace, but I’m eighteen again and I’m like wow! "
12 " Catching sight of the rotund Levaedet Ringmaster striding through the crowds, high above them on his disproportionately long legs, she allows herself a moment to imagine the smell of Candyfloss mingling with toffee apples and salted popcorn; the screams of laughter from the carousel and Ferris wheel... "
13 " Jiggling her way around the four-poster, she grabs Nate’s wrist and gropes for his pulse. "
14 " Having forgotten how insanely chaotic the Central Bazaar in the Merchant Sector can get, he is instantly reminded just how exciting it is. "
15 " That’s Vegan not Vulcan! "
16 " Without warning, the room is immersed in the images of battle, burning buildings, all around them people running and screaming. Trad ducks instinctively as a fireball hurls in his direction and Veebee retreats to her home. "
17 " ... catching sight of the metal fused onto stripped bone, ligaments visible where the two meet as the advancing metal and flesh army stride easily across the granite steps. "
18 " Such a long time since I’ve had to bring someone back from the brink of death... "
19 " Muses are the Mata Haris of inspiration. "
20 " He licked my face, sir. "