Tides do what tides do–they turn.
Doors are for people with no imagination.
Gordon Edgley's sudden death came as a shock to everyone - not least himself. One moment he was in his study, seven words into the twenty-fifth sentence of the final chapter of his new book, , and the next he was dead. , his mind echoed numbly as he ...
He put on his hat and wrapped his scarf around his jaw, but did without the wig and the sunglasses. He clicked his key chain and the car beeped and the doors locked. "That's it?" He looked up. "Sorry?" "Aren't you afraid it might get stolen? We're no...
I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.
Cheer up everyone," he said, a new brightness to his voice. "Since we’re all going to die horribly anyway, what’s there to be worried about?
I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like. That’s you, Beryl.
China is the same age as I am, and even I have to admit that she wears it better!" He laughed, then stopped and peered at her. "Because I'm a skeleton" he explained.
Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of her father’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as he nodded sadly and spoke sombrely and pocketed the silverware when he thought no one was looking
What would killing the Elders result in?" "Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?
Well,” her mother said, looking at the engine, “at least that’s still there.” "Do you know anything about engines?" Stephanie asked. "That’s why I have a husband, so I don't have to. Engines and shelves, that’s why men were invented." Ste...
I just want to let you know that I love you all. Even those of you that I don't like; that's you Beryl.
And what about magic?” “What about it?” “Will you teach me?” “You don’t even know if you’re capable of doing magic.” “How do I find out? Is there a test or something?” “Yes, we cut off your head. If it grows back, you can do m...
Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two where the mystery lies.
Right, well, we've got to work out what we need. We've got to work out what we need, how we get it, and what we need to get to get what we need.
Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?" "Nope. Vampires tan, just like you and me. Well, just like you. I tend to bleach.
I cannot have chaos erupting around me until I am prepared for it. I am a collector. I am an observer. I don't participate. My resources, and my standing, must be secure before I can allow the uncertainty of war to crash down upon us.
A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?
