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444 pages, Paperback
First published December 5, 2017
“Things will change, but not all at once… You can’t obtain respect at the point of a sword, not from people who despise us. Respect needs to be earned. Trust needs to be built up over time, over generations.”
“Gwen, it seemed, was a much better thief. She’d managed to steal an entire person; She’d pinched his old self, stealing it away like a poorly guarded purse. When she was around, everything was different. Mostly, it was confusing, both exciting and peaceful, which left Royce pondering the change. Was he better off or crippled? Had he lost his way or found a better one?”
“Why is it you choose to see the darkness in everything?”
“Because it’s there, and ignoring that fact invites peril.”
“But light is also there, and recognizing it allows happiness.”
“What good is being happy if you’re dead?”
“What good is being alive if you’re miserable?”
“Hadrian was wrong. I do have a unicorn in my world, and the damn thing goes by the name of Hadrian Blackwater. He’s a mythical beast impossible to believe in, even when he’s right in front of me.”
“Every cup is different, but each can only hold so much. Eventually you either stop pouring or make an awful mess. Make a big enough mess and you have to clean up; you have to change… I made a really big mess, and it wasn’t tea I spilled.”
“Chasing fantasies was a thin thread to justify a life, and yet how many wonders had been wrought by people who did exactly that—those who believed in crazy dreams.”
“Surviving was often a matter of moving forward. Moving forward was a matter of putting yesterday in the past, and all of it began with putting one foot ahead of the other, remembering how to smile, how to dance, and especially, remembering that laughing wasn’t disrespectful; it was essential.”
Hadrian was wrong. I do have a unicorn in my world, and that damn thing goes by the name of Hadrian Blackwater. He's a mythical beast impossible to believe in, even when he's right in front of me.
"But when you volunteer to act as collateral," Royce went on, "that puts me in a tight spot. The stakes go up, and I can’t walk away if things take a nasty turn-like this one did." "Is this your way of saying you care about me?" "This is my way of saying you’re an idiot, and the next time you do something that stupid, I’ll let them kill you." Hadrian smiled. "You really like me, don’t you?" "Shut up." "I feel bad now," Hadrian said, "I didn’t get you anything for Spring Day." Royce walked faster, shaking his head as he moved forward.
"…a life barren of unicorns was existence without purpose. Hadrian had visited that dark land once. He’d lived as a glutton of selfishness, reclining on the luxury of visible truths. He’d drowned himself in wine and blood, but more he consumed, the emptier he felt. What was the point if, living is anguish and then you die? Hearing those words convinced Hadrian of the importance of unicorns. Even if there weren’t any, it was absolutely necessary to believe they existed. What’s more, he needed to find them. It wasn’t much. Chasing fantasies was a thin thread to justify life, and yet how many wonders had been wrought by people who did exactly that-those who believed in crazy dreams."
"I have a friend and I think about killing him all the time."
"Oh, so you admit it now. We're friends?"
"I never said anything about you. Don't be so presumptuous."
“That’s how the world works. People are motivated by money, power, security, and . . . well, that’s pretty much it.”
“Age, she realized with some regret, had diluted her need for perfection.”
"I have a friend and I think about killing him all the time."
"Oh, so you admit it now. We're friends?"
"I never said anything about you. Don't be so presumptuous."
“Reason, truth, innocence" --Royce sat back against the wall and folded his arms--"unicorns, pixies, and dragons; you're not that young to believe in such things. How is it that you fancy yourself a resident of a make-believe world."
"I told you. At this point, it's a choice."
"It's not. It's fooling yourself. I can decide between eating fish or pork, but I can only pretend to eat unicorn meat. I can't actually eat a unicorn. The world is the world, and you live in it with open eyes or choose to be blind. It's all the same to me, but don't stand there pretending your right.”
“Is this your way of saying you care about me?”We follow them in their quest to find the daughter of Gabriel Winter, Genny,
Royce continued his Evelyn Hemsworth impersonation by displaying an I-can’t-believe-you-really-exist expression. “This is my way of saying you’re an idiot, and the next time you do something that stupid, I’ll let them kill you.”
Hadrian smiled. “You really like me, don’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“I feel bad now,” Hadrian said. “I didn’t get you anything for Spring Day.”
Royce walked faster, shaking his head as he moved forward.