Predator's Gold Quotes

“It would be best to stride in with a cheer "hello!", but she wasn't the cheery sort; she was the "lurking in dark corners" sort. She found a dark corner, behind the Stalker-cases, and lurked.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“What Caul liked most about Tom was his kindness. Kindness was not valued back in Grimsby, where the older boys were encouraged to torment the younger ones, who would grow up to torment another batch of youngsters in their turn. “Good practice for life,” Uncle said. “Hard knocks, that’s all the world’s about!” But maybe Uncle had never met anyone like Tom, who was kind to other people and seemed to expect nothing more than kindness in return.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“He was just a rich city boy who enjoyed playing pirates and had never expected anyone to stand up to him. He’d come looking for a fight, and now that a fight had found him he didn’t know what to do with it.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“I love history, Tom. All those old things people dig up. Just ordinary things that were once used by ordinary people, but made special by time.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Uncle knows best.
-All the Lost Boys”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Canada, technically; nobody’s sure where the border used to run.” Tom frowned.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“It struck her as odd and faintly sinister, this lonely city creeping north in silence.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“They were beautiful all right, but it was a huge, inhuman beauty...”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Masgard drew his sword and swished it to and fro, practising flashy fencing moves as he advanced on her. When he was a few feet away Hester lunged forward and jabbed her blade at his shoulder. She didn’t think she’d done much damage, but Masgard dropped his sword and put his hands to the wound and slithered in the snow and fell over.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“What’s your plan?” “There isn’t one,” said Hester. “I’m just making it up as I go along.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Something hit him in the back and he went forward, face on the cold floor, thinking, This is it, I’m dead, but he wasn’t dead, he could feel the dampness of the stone against his cheek and when he rolled over he saw that an explosion had brought the ceiling down: a big explosion, judging by all the rubble and the dust, and he would have expected it to make a noise, but he hadn’t heard anything, and he still couldn’t hear anything, even though quite large chunks of the roof were coming down and people were flailing about waving torches and shouting with their mouths wide open, no, there was just a whine and a whistle and a buzz going on somewhere inside his skull, and when he sneezed it made no sound, but small, hot fingers closed around his hand and tugged at him and he looked up and saw Hester, white in the sweep and flare of a torch-beam like a floodlit statue of herself except that she was mouthing something at him, tugging and tugging him and pointing towards the doorway, and he scrambled out from under the thing that had fallen on him, which turned out to be Sathya, and he wondered if she was badly hurt and if he should try to help her, but Hester was pulling him towards the door, stumbling over the bodies of men who were quite definitely dead, stooping under the remains of a heat-duct which was all twisted open and smoking as if it had exploded from inside, and as he looked back somebody fired a gun at him and he saw the flash and felt the bullet flick past his ear but he couldn’t hear that either.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Ni känner väl till släkten Pennyroyals motto:
'När det hettar till gömmer sig förståndigt folk under stora möbler'?”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“Hon är själv fånge i sitt eget fängelse.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“And again that strange half-memory brushed mothlike against the Stalker’s mind, the Once-born called Tom kneeling over it in snow and saying, “Miss Fang! It’s not fair! He waited until you were dazzled!” For a moment it felt an odd satisfaction, as though it had returned a favor.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“ran on blindly into the blind dark.”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold

“the Jenny Haniver was repaired. He put his hand flat on the chart table and let the steady throb of Anchorage’s engines beat against his palm, and it felt like home. In a cheap hotel behind Wolverinehampton’s air-quay Widgery Blinkoe’s five wives turned five”
― Philip Reeve, Predator's Gold