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487 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 5, 2019
"How are you feeling?" Zachary asks.
"Like I am losing my mind, but in a slow, achingly beautiful sort of way." (p.288)
What are you doing? a voice in his head asks an he doesn't have a good answer for it. Doesn't know what or why or even where, exactly, because he forgot to check the street sign on the corner. He could keep walking, hail a cab, return to his hotel. But he wants his book back. And he wants to know what happens next. (p.87)
"I remain here because it is my job, Mister Rawlins. My calling, my duty, my raison d'etre. Why are you here?"
Because a book said I was supposed to be, Zachary thinks. Because I'm worried about going back... Because I feel more alive down here than I did up there.
"I'm here to sail the Starless Sea and breathe the haunted air," he says. (p.234)
"I need you to know that what I feel for you is real. Because I think you feel the same. I have lost a lot of things and I don't want to lose this too." (p.312)
“For those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. Those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. Those who seek will find. Their doors have been waiting for them.”
“I think people came here for the same reason we came here,” Dorian says. “In search of something. Even if we didn’t know what it was. Something more. Something to wonder at. Someplace to belong. We’re here to wander through other people’s stories, searching for our own.”
“And no story ever truly ends as long as it is told.”
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“Strange, isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are.”
incredible fanart by May, thank you for letting me use it ✨
“Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.”🔑🐝🗡
“Which way is the Starless Sea?”
“We are all stardust and stories.”
“A story is like an egg, a universe contained in its chosen medium. The spark of something new and different but fully formed and fragile. In need of protection. You want to protect it, too, but there’s more to it than that. You want to be inside it, I can see it in your eyes. I used to seek out people like you, I am practiced at spotting the desire for it. You want to be in the story, not observing it from the outside. You want to be under its shell. The only way to do that is to break it. But if it breaks, it is gone.”
The path that leads to the end.