Robin Wademan

“―Am I mortal? asked Arthur.
―Yes, lied the New Architect, for his own good.”
― Garth Nix, Lord Sunday

“She peeped through one of the small holes in the outer wall rising up from the walkway. The world on the outside was nothing but countryside now. Dirt roads, like chocolate ribbons, disappeared into woods or green fields in the distance.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Guilt often resembles shadows, playing games in the dark.”
― H. Meadow Hopewell, Rage Against the Machine

“I even seemed to be moving in kind of robotic, audio-animatronic fashion, beep boop.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity