Samantha Shannon

Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,_ he said, turning to face me. __oth will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?___ot likely,_ I said, __ut let's get on with it.

His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers.

This was what my spirit longed to do, to wander in strange lands. It couldn't stand being trapped in one body all the time. It had wanderlust.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

Money. The dark obsession of the human race.

She was adamant that any organization that labelled one group of people as evil would eventually do the same to others. That to treat any one person as less than human was to cheapen the very substance of humanity.

When you dream of change, it shines bright, like fire, and burns away all the rot that came before it. It's swift and inexorable. You cry for justice, and justice is done. The world stands with you in your fight. But if there was one thing I had learned in these last few weeks, it was that change had never been that simple. That kind of revolution existed only in daydreams.

War has often been called a game, with good reason. Both have combatants. Both have sides. Both carry the risk of losing.

I imagined, too. And so imagination became my nemesis; my mind created monsters out of nothing.

Just going outside put me at risk of winding up dead or captured. If I let that daunt me, I'd never do anything.

Rowling is a luminous storyteller. I love her sense of humor and the intricate wizarding world she built around Hogwarts. I think all writers aspire to be like her, to capture readers like she does. But I didn't think about 'Harry Potter' when I wrote 'The Bone Season.'

You told me once that freedom was my right._ I held his gaze. __aybe you should do something with it.

It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long

Permission to disregard your orders, Underqueen." "Permission not granted. Permission categorically denied.

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Every revolution begins with breakfast,_ I quoted as they left. __s this your revolution, Jaxon?

Nothing__ worse than a story without an end.