Mélusine Quotes

“Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Sacred bleeding fuck,” I said, because, I mean its one thing to know your crazy hocus brother sees ghosts, and a whole different thing when you find out they’re telling him bedtime stories.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Well fuck me sideways 'til I cry”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“There were so many lies, all of them precious, all of them necessary.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I’m a cat burglar.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“My brother, Mildmay, my fox, who’d guided and guarded me all the way across Kekropia.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“What happened was I hit the cold place inside my head, the place where I’d been when I killed people for a living, the place especially where I ended up when a job looked like it was going bad. I can’t describe it so it makes sense. It’s really cold and really clear and nothing in the world matters except not fucking up the job-in this case, getting my damn brother on board this ship because it was what he’d said he wanted.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“He was older than me and a hocus and educated and he talked flash, and he made like that was all there was to it, and it was him doing me the favor, being out here in the middle of absolutely fucking nothing, with the sky like some kind of monster, just waiting ’til you weren’t watching to lean down and swallow you whole.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Some days I think I’m too stupid to be let out on my own, and then there’s the days that prove it.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Colors got funny, like there were too many of them packed in behind your basic blue or green or whatever. Sometimes I almost thought I could see the colors around people that Felix was always yammering about. And my hearing got sharper to the point that Mavortian and Bernard yelling at each other was actually painful. I mean, it was a pain and I was used to that, but now it hurt. And I couldn’t sleep.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Gideon was there, warm and green and smelling slightly of cloves but not at all of bitterness and death, and I could hear no voices in my head at all.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“He never liked things that weren’t his idea first.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I felt like an old bone being worried by three dogs, like sooner or later one of them was going to pull too hard, and I was just going to snap in half. The Money Dog, the Fever Dog, and the Dreams Dog I called them, and I didn’t know which of them I should be scared of most. They all three had teeth like alligators.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“The darkness was crowding up around me, and, while I couldn’t hear the Virtu any longer, I was becoming fretfully aware of something else, a noise like some vast heartbeat, only with too many pulses. Mélusine, breathing.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I wonder what they think of me in their world of light, deaf to the broken patterns around them. I wonder what stories they have invented, to explain me when I cannot explain myself.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Faith Cowry turned out to be little, dark, skinny, bright-eyed as a wren, and not the least bit stupid. And despite what Estella’d said, she didn’t strike me as absentminded either, just somebody who knew what mattered, and it didn’t include showing up on time to meet Estella’s low-life friends.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“The eye sockets of their skulls are dark, like they’ve got all the night inside their heads.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I’d fallen for Ginevra Thomas’s big blue eyes, and the way she brought her chin up when she was facing something she was scared of. Stupid, Milly-Fox. Very stupid.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“He turned and caught me in a kiss that probably looked passionate, but was nothing more than a brutal, numbing intrusion, a blind for the compulsion he cast, winding me about in a shroud of briars, ensnaring me, so I could tell no one the truth, tell no one what he had done and how.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I felt him in my mind, even more vividly than I felt him in my body, a hurtful, hateful rending presence, like the color of blood, like the taste of iron, like the scent of burning, destroying everything in his path until he reached for the core of my power and seized it.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Flat she might be, but not stupid.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“Powers and saints, if she was any flatter, they’d be using her to pave the roads.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“He wasn’t talking to me; he sounded like somebody reciting a poem, and his eyes were wide and dreaming and stark barking mad.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I watched him, trying to decide if he was lying about how badly he was hurt, and suddenly like throwing open a pair of shutters, I saw the muscles of his back moving beneath his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the long-fingered grace of his hands. I had always known that Mildmay, despite being a good half foot shorter than I, was as muscular and agile as an acrobat, but now I saw that he was beautiful.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“He gave me a look, indecipherable as all Mildmay’s looks were.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“It was starting to scare me a little, how easy I could read his face and what he did and didn’t say. That ain’t the same as being able to handle him, and I wasn’t even pretending I had any kind of grip on what he might do when he was topside, but I was getting to where I knew his madness like it was an old friend.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“I was whole again, clear-headed, vital and focused in a way I hadn’t been since I was first learning magic, first learning to be free.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine

“The history of Mélusine is like a massacre in a lunatic asylum, patients and wardens turning on each other, turning on themselves, and turn and turn about.”
― Sarah Monette, Mélusine