The Voyage to Magical North Quotes

“They say there are three kinds of people in the world: those who listen to stories, those who tell them, and those who make them.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“There's nothing more real than what you're feeling.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“What's the point of having a good story if no one gets to hear it?”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“Imagine the stories if we succeed.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“A moving object will continue in a straight line unless something happens to knock it off its course. Some say this is also true of stories. (From Aldebran Boswell's Book of Scientific Knowledge)”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“They say there are three kinds of people in the world: those who listen to stories, those who tell them, and those who make them. Barnard’s Reach is home to a fourth kind: those who keep them. The library island is little more than a jut of land at the southern mouth of the Gemini Seas. It is accessed only by appointment, and never at all if you are a man—the libraries are for women only. There, the Book Sisters collect and record everything that happens in the world. Nobody knows what drives them to spend their lives in the company of books, but when a story begins with “they say,” you can bet your boots “they” came from Barnard’s Reach.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“What, everyone you know has been kidnapped by pirates and forced to chop octopus in a kitchen that smells like a whale's stomach?"

"Quite a lot of them, yes," said Trudi, who appeared to be one of those people who'd heard of sarcasm but thought it was some sort of exotic fruit like a pineapple.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“Books: the one thing the librarians cared about more than the rules.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North

“You don’t look like a pirate,” said Brine, and she could have bitten off her tongue as several of the crew grinned. The woman’s eyes crinkled. “What did you expect—wooden legs and parrots?” “I don’t know. What’s a parrot?” “A type of vegetable, I think.”
― Claire Fayers, The Voyage to Magical North