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“But it wasn’t just the prospect of returning that drew him. It was not the memory of floating spires and air heavy with music. It was the prospect of stopping. Of truly belonging somewhere again. It was the idea of slowing his steps and turning his eyes to a place that saw him, that recognised him, that claimed him. It was that concept, the cessation of motion, that drove his words.”
― A.J. Hackwith, The Archive of the Forgotten

“You can convince yourself that you are nothing like me. Tell yourself that you are the black to my white, the queen that stood on the right side of the board. But one day, you will be faced with a choice, as we all are. One day you will have to choose between your own desires, your own darkest impulses, and what you know to be right...and it will harden you. You will understand that all of us are devils in the skins of men. You will become the monster that lives inside us all.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Song Rising

“We think stories are contained things, but they’re not. Ask the muses. Humans, stories, tragedies, and wishes—everything leaves ripples in the world. Nothing we do is not felt; that’s a comfort. Nothing we do is not felt; that’s a curse.
Librarian Poppaea Julia, 50 BCE”
― A.J. Hackwith, The Library of the Unwritten

“That's what I sell them. Closure. Like on television. They want to know that it's all going to work out in the end, and they're happy to pay for it.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril