Alys Clare > Quotes

“He was nearly home, and he was experiencing in full the phenomenon of something unpleasant becoming far more so when one need not endure it much longer.”
― Alys Clare, The Tavern in the Morning

“The Company knew all about poisons.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“it struck me with the force of certainty that I wasn’t the only one of us to be affected this way: that Theo was feeling it too, and this was why he was so cross. And Jonathan? Was he too infected with this deadly inertia? And where was it coming from?”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“We do not care what our enemies and those we despise may think of us, Hrype thought as he lowered his eyes before the onslaught. What rips us apart is when we are attacked by those we love.”
― Alys Clare, Mist Over the Water

“I thought that as policemen your duty was to protect the general public,’ Felix says, striving to keep his tone calm. ‘Yeah, but not whores,”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“I nodded. ‘Then let’s hope it’s destroyed.’ I was thinking – trying to think – but my head felt full of mist. ‘We must get out of here,’ I said suddenly. ‘It’s as if—’ I stopped, not wanting to put it into words. So Theo did. ‘As if someone’s controlling us,’ he said, his voice barely audible. ‘As if, whenever we think we’re on the brink of a discovery, somehow they know and they muddle our thoughts until it’s gone away.’ ‘I couldn’t have put it better,’ I murmured.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“scolding look. ‘Mistress Celia and her companion only arrived home a few minutes before”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“for I did make mistakes and sometimes a body would be despoiled. I even had to throw one that was too far gone into the river.”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“I had the weird sensation that I had stepped through a veil, and passed unwittingly from one realm into another …”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“somebody had tried to halt my probing, just as I’d been halted on the spot and held out of time, down in the crypt earlier this morning. As, the night after Francis Heron fell sick, I’d been assaulted by a horrific vision of beheading in a mirror that I was convinced had just crept up on me. I put down my quill. I realized I was sweating, and I felt, I actually felt like a physical presence, the moment of fear that demanded, Is it the pestilence? ‘It is not,’ I said, my voice quite calm. It was a very clever person playing with my mind. But this was where they would stop.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“They have eliminated Mrs Sullivan, Miss Henshaw and Mrs Philpott, for now at least,”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“Then suddenly I wasn’t standing frozen in some dim and dank room hidden away at the back of an inn, I was thundering back along the twisting passages, Raphe Wymer forgotten, Francis Heron forgotten, magic mirrors, supernatural apparitions and strange, alarming visions forgotten, driven out by the one imperative thought forcing me on: find Celia and get her to safety.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“But all at once I realized that my feet were cold.’ I paused, for the alarming power of that moment was still uncomfortable, even in memory. ‘I looked at the candles in their lanterns, and the top third had burned away. Somebody, somehow, seemed to have put me into a trance.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave

“Brought in three or four references to Fallen Women”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“Grief, she learned, had many faces and all of them hurt.”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“the drowned Enid Stibbins, Ernest’s first wife,”
― Alys Clare, The Woman Who Spoke to Spirits

“It seemed that some part of my battling soul remained my own. For slowly, as if I was wading through soft, wet, sucking sand, I began to fight back. I threw myself against the fear, forcing it into submission. And as a small amount of daylight cleared amid the blackness, I recognized this for what it was. I’d just been attacked. And instantly reason returned.”
― Alys Clare, Magic in the Weave