Mislaid in Parts Half-Known (Wayward Children, #9)

by Seanan McGuire

“If we all paid for everything we’d done, there’d be nothing left in all the worlds but debtors’ prisons.”

“I’m always sure,”

“Just because someone hurt you when you were a child, that doesn’t make it right for you to hurt anyone else.”

“People who’ve been hurt often think they have some sort of right to go around hurting other people,” said Sumi. “They think trauma’s a toy to keep handing down forever. But the fact that someone hurt you and tied you up in knots doesn’t give you the right to do it to anybody else.

“What? You were all thinking it. I just put it out into the open where you’d all have to look at it instead of walking along trying not to believe it into being.”

“Not wanting to look at a thing doesn’t make it not so; it just makes it so the thing can lurk and loom and leap out when you don’t expect it.

“I am going to punch Michael Crichton in the mouth so hard,” said Sumi, voice awed. “He’s dead,” said Cora. “Just means he won’t fight back.”

“Refined sugar doesn’t exist.” Sumi’s eyes went wide. “This is hell. We’ve discovered an Underworld for certain, because this is hell, and everything that happens here is designed for torture and for torment.”

he’d long since learned that appearances could be deceiving, especially when trying to figure out how dangerous something was.