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The actual art of flying is not a comic-book experience. It is scary and dangerous as fuck all, and clumsy, and intemperate.
Our wards still did their jobs, just less . . . aesthetically.
“While it’s possible Michael’s spent his life masterminding the image that he’s dumb as tar, I’m betting that’s just an insult to tar.
I’d need to give it a direction, and fast, or risk corrupting the spell— which was a good way to translocate your ass into the middle of a wall.
Guns were anathema in our culture. You didn’t bring bullets to a magic fight; it bruised our sense of spectacle.
He had moved a null thread, which was the magical equivalent of picking up a river and slinging it over your shoulder.
The cellars of Atlantean castles were rarely used to store Christmas ornaments and lawn-care tools.
We were in a haunted castle. I had no idea what to expect. Best advice? Walk softly and carry a flaming stick.
“Is it possible to break off a relationship so badly that they send recarnates after you?”
Morning rush hour filled the South Bridge tunnels with all manner of people who didn’t give a shit about my problems. There was something reassuring about that.
Lord Tower was a man who ordered people’s death from a chaise lounge. Anything that required his presence over an actual battle map was unsettling on a global scale.
“He speaks, he dresses himself, and he’s pretty grabby with his hands,” I said. “That’s sentience.”
“Every summer for a week when I was younger, up until the governess got mauled by a manticore. Her fault. The manticore was just being a manticore.
I wasn’t sure how much we could rely on the map of a forest that ignored geography depending on what mood it was in.
“I think people make themselves beautiful. I think everything on our outside is a line sketch, and whatever’s on the inside blows those lines into three dimensions.
I wondered what it would be like to be metaphysically duct-taped to another human being.
If there was an expression between pale and red-faced, Geoffrey was going for it.
If you lean against a desk and it eats you, I’m not fucking responsible.
Like most types of violence, it was over before your brain had time to add in the subtitles.
Brand said, “Shut the fuck up and start yelling ‘Polo.’ I’M COMING TO YOU.”
Didn’t you know what his father was like—what kind of ability Rune has inherited? Those aren’t just shoes to fill, it’s the whole fucking shoe factory.
Lord Tower had come to the Westlands ready to fuck people up.
