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308 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 2005
“‘They never listen to me,’ she said, looking over the plain again, her eyes prickling dryly. In the distance, lightning cracked apart the sky; purple clouds rumbled. But there was no rain in them, never any rain; the sky was as tearless as she. She moved from skull to skull along the parapet wall, watering things she had grown stubbornly from seeds that blew from distant, placid gardens in peaceful kingdoms. Some were grasses, weeds, or wildflowers. She did not care; she watered anything that grew.” — from “Lady of the Skulls”
"Troll," she said, "where are we?" He looked around. He sighed deeply, for he was very far from his bridge. "I would think," he said glumly, "in an enchanted forest. Inside a magic land. No place I've ever seen before. Where,” he added, "there's enchantment, there's always an enchanter. I don't like them, myself. I prefer being comfortable.” — from “A Troll and Two Roses”
"I don't want a silent shining path of gold. I need the imperfect world broken up into words.” — from “Transmutations”
"There are ways. There are always ways. This land riddles constantly, but all the riddles have answers. Fleur will turn from a bird into a woman, we will find a path for Christabel out of the wood-king's country, we will rescue Danica from the mountain imps. There are ways to do these things, we only have to find them." — from “The Fellowship of the Dragon”