A Darkling Plain Quotes

“That's what History teaches us, I think, that life goes on, even though individuals die and whole civilizations crumble away: The simple things last; they are repeated over and over by each generation.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“It will be all right, Tom. Wherever we go now, whatever becomes of us, we'll be together, and it will all be all right.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“I’ve been operating undercover to discover her whereabouts. All that stuff you read in the papers was just a ruse, designed to make the enemy think I was in disgrace. I’ve actually been working for the Murnauer”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“If God could do things like that, the world wouldn’t look the way it does. He can’t reach down and change things. He can’t stop any of us doing what we choose to do.'

“What use is he then?”

Oenone shrugged. 'He sees. He understands. He knows how you’re feeling. He knows how Theo felt. He knows how it feels to die. And when we die, we go to him.'

'To the Sunless Country, you mean? Like ghosts?”'

Oenone shook her head patiently. 'Like children. Do you remember what it was like to be a tiny child? When everything was possible and everything was given to you, and you knew that you were safe and loved, and the days went on forever? When we die, it will be like that again. That’s how it is for Theo now, in heaven.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“I’ve studied History all my life, and the one thing I’ve learned for certain I’d that you can’t stand against it. It’s like a river in a flood, and we are just swept along in it. The big people might try to swim against the current for a time, but little people like us, the best we can hope for is to keep our heads above the water for as long as we can.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“You have to take the long view, Tom. It isn't only Traction Cities which poison the air and tear up the earth. All cities do that, static or mobile. It's human beings that are the problem. Everything that they do pollutes and destroys.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“They seemed simple people, and he imagined that their society had no machines at all, but as they brought him through the town gates he saw delicate airborne ships of wood and glass rising like dragonflies from tall stone mooring-towers. Silvery discs, like misty mirrors, swivelled and pivoted on their undersides, and the air beneath them rippled like a heat-haze.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“And then, quite suddenly, the attack was over. A lone bird soared eastward, too high to be touched by the bolts of lightning that crackled up at it. The danger bell clanged on and on and on until someone went to tell the girl who was ringing it that she could stop now.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“But you’re Green Storm; they won’t harm you! I was Mayor of Brighton. You’ll tell them, won’t you, I was always an Anti-Tractionist at heart? I only accepted high office so that I could subvert the system from within. And I treated captured Mossies well, didn’t I? You can vouch for me; you had it easy on Cloud Nine, didn’t you —three good meals a day and you never had to carry anything heavier than a sunshade.” Oenone said, “I will tell them to treat you well.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“Miss Kropotkin!” Spiney shrieked. “Fetch help! Fetch help at once, or I’ll make sure you end up photographing pet shows and garden parties for the rest of your worthless —” And with a presence of mind that ensured she would never have to photograph another pet show as long as she lived, Miss Kroptkin raised her camera as the net gave way, and took the picture that would appear on page one of the next edition of The Probe beneath the headline Writers Perish In Airhaven Death Plunge Horror.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“Those are what I call Magnetic Repellers. Once they are powered, the whole city will be able to swim in the currents of the earth’s magnetic field. It will hang a few feet above the ground —or above the water, indeed; it makes no difference. The small prototypes we made worked splendidly. All we need do now is to complete the electromagnetic engine that powers the repellers —” “The Kliest Coils!” cried Wren, like a plucky schoolgirl detective making a brilliant deduction.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“Tom gazed down at the tiny forms of Londoners clambering over the new city, laying cables, welding girders, marking out the shapes of streets and buildings on the bare deckplates. “But it’s got no wheels,” Wren pointed out. “I can see you don’t know what Mag-Lev stands for, my dear,” said Dr. Childermass. “It’s a code name, isn’t it?” asked Tom, who didn’t know, either. “Oh no,” Dr. Childermass said. “Mag-Lev is just a shorter way of saying Magnetic Levitation.” “It floats!” said Wolf, gazing down at the new city entranced. “Like a gigantic hovercraft …”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“What, not even a driver?” asked Wren, focusing on the black, electric locomotive at the front of the train, a blunt, windowless thing, charging along like a bull. “The engine is the driver. A Popjoy Mark Twelve Stalker, controlled by a Resurrected human brain.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain

“Even Cynthia had to remember she was playing deaf and stop herself from crying out.”
― Philip Reeve, A Darkling Plain