Chloé Ott

“Ah, le fils Vacker est aussi de la partie ! remarqua Lady Gisela. Toujours aussi inutile, à ce que je vois.”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall

“She picked up a piece that looked like the arm of the chair, gasping as she turned it over. “Scorch marks,” she whispered. The wood slipped from her hand as the nightmares took over. You’re safe, Fitz transmitted, filling her mind with a soft thread of warmth. Their thumb rings snapped together as he pulled her gently away from the pile of wood. “I told you this would be a bad idea,” Mr. Forkle said, kicking a broken board into the wall. “I’m fine,” Sophie promised. “I just . . . need to get out of this room.” Fitz helped her wobble back to the hall and she sank to the floor, putting her head between her knees to stop the spinning. Want me to carry you out? Fitz offered. NO! The thought was so loud he jumped. Sorry. I . . . I don’t want to be carried out of here again, like some helpless little girl. No one would ever call you helpless. But I get what you mean. Is there anything I can do? You’re here. He tightened his hold on her hands. “Are we ready to go?” Mr. Forkle asked. Sophie closed her eyes, focusing on tying the threads of panic away with her other emotions. The knot in her chest swelled so huge, it felt like it was pressing on her heart. But after a few slow breaths, she could bear it. “There’s still more to the hideout, isn’t there?” she asked. “Only the old entrance,” Mr. Forkle said. “But it’s nothing worth seeing. Just an empty room with a collapsed tunnel.”
― Shannon Messenger, Lodestar

“Vous voyez, c'est ça que j'adore chez ces gamins ! s'exclama Ro. Ils ne font pas de menaces en l'air… ils passent tout de suite à l'action.”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall

“Ainsi, nous pouvons apprendre de nos erreurs. Que ce soit pour le meilleur ou pour le pire, cette perte, ainsi que toutes les autres que nous avons dû essuyer, nous rendent plus forts, plus rusés, plus déterminés que jamais à nous battre jusqu'au bout. Mais pour cela, il nous faut laisser derrière nous tout regret. — M. Forkle”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall