The Last Uncharted Sky Quotes

“While the signalmen fenced, the black-and-red war balloon glided around the Saint Asne's stern. It was like being sneaked up on by a heavily armed circus tent.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky

“Is that what your other past lives did?" Bitterlich asked. That might explain why forward-facing Isabelle was afraid of the idea.

"Oh yes. They all worshipped their ancestors, craved the legendary skills, the unbeatable warrior, the ultimate strategist, the most cunning merchant, and the most passionate lover. You name it and there was someone in the past who did it better."

Bitterlich dusted nonexistent lint off his cuffs. "Better mathematician?"

Isabelle snorted. "No, thank the saints. None of them were ever interested in math outside counting coins, soldiers, and bedposts."

"So that's something you can keep for yourself," Bitterlich said.

Isabelle bestowed him a thankful smile. "Yes, but that's only a fraction of it."

"I see what you did there," Bitterlich said.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky

“BItterlich tilted his head and his whiskers twitched forward, a tension on his lip. "How are you feeling?"

"I'll live," Isabelle said.

Bitterlich put on an expression so attentive that it very nearly had its own notebook.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky

“You know this pirate?" Isabelle was not surprised. Jean-Claude seemed to know every crook and brigand on the craton by name.

Jean-Claude said, "I beat him in a game of thwarts once. He has not forgiven me."

"Rarely have I heard so much left out of a story," Isabelle said.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky

“I seem to recall that's the standard length for a quest in the old tales. Sounds more dramatic than just 'next year'. The point being that if I'm going to live every day as if it were my last, it seems rather unfair to hand some poor suitor only the last page of my book."

"Not if it's pure poetry," Marie said.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky

“Well done," BItterlich said. "You definitely showed those peacocks you're not chicken."

Isabelle dragged herself out of her mental cyclone and bestowed him the glower he was looking for. "You've been waiting to say that all day, haven't you?"

Bitterlich contrived to look innocent. "I just thought it was another feather in your cap."

Isabelle resisted the urge to groan. As handsome and dashing and daring as BItterlich was, his sense of humour drifted toward vile puns. The only way to deal with him when he got like this was to play dumb. She took off her hat and examined it carefully. '"I don't understand. It doesn't have any more feathers than it did this morning."

Bitterlich glanced aside at her. "Since when did you become fusty?"

Isabelle replaced her hat and said primly, "I heard an atrocity being committed, and I stifled it."

"I have no egrets," Bitterlich said.”
― Curtis Craddock, The Last Uncharted Sky