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"And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.”

"Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try... you speak it like it's a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there's blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can't let go. Feral didn't speak it like that at all... Vengeance was just a word to him."

"Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters."
"Beautiful and full of monsters?"
"All the best stories are."

“There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows—only Lazlo Strange in his worn gray robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told.
Or. No story yet told.”

"A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light."

Restarting this one, seen as I've abandoned my reread and annotations since December. I don't usually annotate my books, but this one is so beautifully written and one of my top five favourite stories so I'm really enjoying the process of noting all the many things I love about it, even if it is a time-consuming task.

"My darlings, my vipers"

"There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows - only Lazlo Strange in his worn grey robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told.

Or. No story yet told."

"If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he. It needed the thunder and the avalanche, the war cry and the whirling wind. It needed fire."

"war, like fortune, doesn't touch all folk with the same hand"