The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (Fairyland, #1)

by Catherynne M. Valente

It will all be hard and bloody, but there will be wonders, too, or else why bring me here at all? And it’s the wonders I’m after, even if I have to bleed for them.

And the sun had pulled up a warm blanket of her light over the little girl, tucking her in with gentle beams.

When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it is brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places

September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.

I cannot help that readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.