Louise Blackwick

“As the Weaver, so is the Thread”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds

“Our dream of happiness is waiting for another universe to collide with our own, and change what we ourselves cannot.”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds

“As the Weaver, so is the Thread”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds

“Our dream of happiness is waiting for another universe to collide with our own, and change what we ourselves cannot.”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds

“A day may come when all hope is lost; when the oceans run red with our blood, and our darkest hour is upon us— and when it comes, that red day of reckoning, we turn, my dears, not to our rulers-in-good-times, but to our leaders-in-bad-times.”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds

“Vivian’s first impression of Solidago was that she had travelled back in time, but not to a time where architecture had been invented. All houses were twisted out of shape, to say the least. Windows either too large to open or too small to make a difference peppered the city in places one would never dream of having one.

The walls were mostly cast in brickwork by the kind of stonemason whose day job was financial advising. Skewed walls with more bricks than mortar, knotted chimneys keeping the smoke inside and cupping rooftops whose main purpose was to gather rainwater – Solidago had it all and more.

As the oldest civilization of the cosmos, Alarians might have been excellent at healing, philosophizing and weaving into the fabric of reality, but they were very poor city builders.”
― Louise Blackwick, The Weaver of Odds