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“It matters because if you tell us a lie, that undermines everything else you tell us.”
― Mark Ellis, A Death In Mayfair

“Got to keep smiling, as me old Pa used to say, however shitty the mess you’re in.”
― Mark Ellis, A Death In Mayfair

“There is a wonderful saying that goes: ‘A person needs, on average, two years to learn to speak and then an entire lifetime to learn to be silent.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“Here we have a stopwatch turned on for life, which is why the most valuable thing we have is the time allotted to us by life, which is something that should not be burned in vain.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“God has no other hands but ours”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“Defeat Your Own Dragon”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“I just want to be me, Daisy, not Mrs Somebody Else.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“I would rather a kind man who was not so handsome, than a handsome man who was not so kind.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“For all their beauty, flowers and plants have no vanity.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“But one thing nature has taught me is that there is rarely a hurry – all things come to pass in their own good time.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“Start with a question and see what unfolds as the journey progresses.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“Blair continued. “The old man only visits me in dreams. Dressed always in black with amber fire as his companion, he is older than the mountains. He is the fire of othium and he comes with an ancient name, Oien. He demands you take your throne and raise his armies. You will rebuild for him the glory of the second age.”
Robert Reid – The Son”
― Robert Reid, The Son

“Footfalls in the hallway, outside the door, alerted Audun to the fact that they had company. The steps were light, a woman’s step, Audun suddenly thought. A moment later the woman entered the room. Her light brown hair was tinged with grey, and the rich black velvet gown she wore spoke to her status. The hazel eyes swept the room. In that instant Audun knew with certainty the identity of his visitor.
“Good morning, grandmother. Have you come to offer me my crown?”
Robert Reid – The Son”
― Robert Reid, The Son

“As his frustration grew he spoke to the orb. “I have the power, and you will obey me.” A few orange sparks danced down the staff and fizzed out as they hit the wet grass. Frustration turned to anger and Audun slammed the tip of the staff against the ground and shouted. “You will obey me.” In that moment the orb started to glow red and the staff became alive with amber flashes. Audun’s anger seemed to burn like the fire now emanating from the tip of the staff and as he raised the tip toward the first forge the red fire leapt across the open ground and the smithy exploded with a roar like thunder.
Robert Reid – The Son”
― Robert Reid, The Son

“And we can’t prepare children for a better world unless we build that world with them.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“A home’s value should come from its ability to provide shelter and community, not from its financial returns.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“After wriggling over multiple keys, Anna shut the computer as if locking away an explosive device.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Attached to each arm, as well as the skirt, they looked like an attempt to grow wings.
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― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Rain darkened with the approaching night, while the wind howled as if it was in pain.
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― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
He, of course, replied, “No.”
“Well, we’re going to a better place.”
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
“My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
“Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“If one does not react to gossip, the informer hushes more quickly.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Walls may imprison the park and city, but the river flows free and gazing upon it frees me as well.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Like a bastard child of a royal house, we’re hidden from public view.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“My tongue learned me. Pity yours didn’t learn to be quiet.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Nonna was steady and safe and always took a strong lead.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“The moisture in the air sat in the crevices of storefront windows, like the tears that welled in the corners of her dark brown eyes.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“Venice would not be who she is without her music lingering around every narrow calle and corner.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“Someday, you will see that you are capable and strong enough to live all on your own. But for now, you needn’t worry. Your Nonna has enough snap in her, and you will stay right here where I can protect you.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“We cannot choose our rebirth, but we are reborn according to our karma.”
― Michael G. Kramer, The Full Circle for Mick

“Understanding of karma is the basis of the Buddhist faith.”
― Michael G. Kramer, The Full Circle for Mick