The Dream Maker Quotes

“The door he was looking for lay flat and singed in the ash. It sang to him in a way it never had before. As if it knew the words that came after the end.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“The rooms were doors set into the twinkling snow sculptures of handsome men and women. Giants caught in the ice by their endless waves of beard and silken tresses, desperation in their frozen eyes.
Maatje shivered. No, she didn’t like this floor at all.
A scratching and a thud came from inside one of the snow statues: a woman shaped with cruelty so dazzling it looked like loveliness.
Maatje jumped back. “I-I’m looking for the Manager.”
A tap tap tap was her only reply. A finger on the door in the snow woman’s ravenous, gaping mouth.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“Ricardo!” she gasped, skidding to a stop at the reception desk. “Do you have the spare key for room fifty-two? I think a guest is locked in.”
Ricardo narrowed his eyes. “There is no room fifty-two.”
“No, on the top floor in a scary statue . . .”
Ricardo raised a hand to stop her, pointing behind him at the board of keys. The numbers stopped at fifty-one. “See.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“And they followed its tune up a hill shaped like an overgrown tortoise, where a boy stood atop, playing his fiddle, moonlight spilling through his fingers.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“First I wish to be a millionaire.”
The gin laughed; the kind of laugh she’d only ever seen in movies. He threw back his head and shrieked glee into the smoky air. “You’re confusing me with my brethren again, who take the fanciful whims mortals think to be wishes and twist them to their advantage. I can’t feed off a whim, young lady. I need a proper wish – one with a sticky piece of soul still attached.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“The things we lose aren’t gone forever . . . We already have them, or we wouldn’t be missing them.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker

“There’s only one impossible thing in all the world.” The boy brought a carefully closed fist out of his pocket. “Want to see?”
Maatje nodded.
He opened his fingers. His palm was empty.
“Nothing?” Maatje frowned.
“Exactly.”
― Kiera Nixon, The Dream Maker