Fran Wilde > Quotes

“On a morning like this, fear is a blue sky emptied of birds.”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“I tried to quash my anger and fear. If I was being set up to fail, then I would fail spectacularly.”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city.”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“I did—and if my stomach hadn’t been emptier than the sky before a migration, I might have been sick with it.”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“Singers say ‘tradition’ when they don’t want to explain.” “It’s more than that.” Wik shook his head, struggling for patience. “It’s about our history. About how people work. Traditions hold the city together, like the bridges do the towers. Once, we had no traditions. Only fear and loss.” There”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“An einem Morgen wie diesem war Furcht ein blauer Himmel, von dem alle Vögel verschwunden waren.”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“We share our gifts, her mother had said, with those who need them.”
― Fran Wilde, A Recipe for Magic

“Worse, I had yet to go into open sky since the migration. The thought, even though the Singers had declared the skymouths gone for now and the skies safe, made my dinner feel like a pannier full of guano. Elna”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“This was why Singers clung to tradition. To Laws. Surprises conflicted too much with duty. Sellis”
― Fran Wilde, Updraft

“Emma bit her tongue. She didn't want to press him on nerdcraft when he was being helpful with spycraft.”
― Fran Wilde, The Bodiless Arm

“Using three battens from Kirit’s wing, Djonn and Ceetcee built a tripod over the fire and suspended a small bone trivet beneath. I placed the eggs in the trivet, and we waited hungrily.”
― Fran Wilde, Cloudbound

“Neither the embossed leather envelope containing her forged letter of introduction to the valley and the archeo- logical dig, nor the Esteemed Scientist’s notes and com- munications, nor the weight of the experimentally mod- ified micrograph in its elegant case on her lap that she had removed from Netherby’s laboratory without per- mission—none of it made Dev feel like she’d successfully embarked on her mission to find her mentor as much as the train’s rumble across the bridge, and the wide gap of distance it implied.”
― Fran Wilde, The Book of Gems

“Water lapped the boat’s sides as they rowed, a soft, slick sound, interrupted by the occasional thunk of a larger wave.”
― Fran Wilde, The Ship of Stolen Words