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If we have the chance for a good
relationship with our neighbors, I think that beats having no relationship.
And it’s worth the risk of a bad one.

“It should have mattered. All that love and
all that trying should have changed … something…”

And Toadling could not hold her, but she
did not need to be held. She needed to be quieted.

I am
probably doing this wrong again, she thought, not feeling something when I
should.

Cursed by fortune. Cursed by circumstance. Cursed to be whatever...

It has been too long. I have forgotten how to make words
do what I wish.

After all, it’s where all the knives are.

All they wanted to do was go to town and eat people.

A prison’s still a prison, no matter how good the food is.

This is the Adah I’ve yearned
for. This is the life I’ve craved in secret. I’m happy to linger, even if I know
it isn’t real.

"Maybe you were always going to turn out this way, no matter how I tried to save you.”

Our choices are what make us good or evil — what we do, how we help or hurt the world. You make the world a better place by being in it. With or without your magic, that’s always been true.

"How can we be looking at the same futures,” she asked, “and see them so differently?”

A small shifting of the world, rearranging other dragons to make your life a bit easier, telling yourself it was harmless, for the best, even. But once you took a step down that path, once you let yourself think manipulating someone else was all right … when every new turn seemed right to you, seemed justified, no matter how far you went … Where would it ever stop?

But was it worth protecting someone on the outside, if doing so made
yourself more dangerous on the inside?

She’d thought putting
his magic in the scroll would protect him — but if he wasn’t worried about
his soul, did that mean there was nothing to hold him back?

I don’t think my mum likes me very much. That doesn’t really matter, because I don’t really like her either.

I don’t think my mum likes me very much. That doesn’t really matter, because I don’t really like her either.

The librarian had given Clearsight a study room of her own, although she suspected that was because he thought she was insane and he wanted the option to lock her in if necessary.

I thought the pain would ease over
the years, but it hasn’t. It’s only become more deeply entrenched, stitched
into my very soul.

But it’s fine – because I helped you then, and
you’ve helped me now. We’re there to help each other. If we do that,
we’ll get through.

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i liked this book, i just didn't like reading it. does it make sense?

“No, no, I listened and considered it fully and with gravity,” I said. “And then I rejected it.”

Everything is resting on me. On me. On me. And I will fail. Again.
Again. Again.

How can she look at the same exact thing I’m looking at, but think, “oh, here’s a problem I can solve,” instead of “everything is hopeless”?

But maybe that’s the way it works when it’s real?