‘Every time the women appeared and she tried to see where the faint phosphorescence bled from, she would find herself moving around in a circle, on the ceiling, and unable to get back inside her body down below. When she tried to work out how far away her body was from the ceiling, she found herself staring down at four people sitting at the black table with their hands raised into the air.’
‘Every wizard is trying to dislodge the wizards above him while stamping on the fingers of those below; to say that wizards are healthily competitive by nature is like saying that piranhas are naturally a little peckish.’
‘(…) his art was to act as a pure and sudden glimpse of the ‘other’, of what was only ever seen in dreams, or in times of euphoria or mental disintegration.’
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Merry. Only my bones want to grow through my skin like the growing things and pierce the world.”
“It has been said that nature does not know extinction. In effect, it knows only change: nothing ever truly disappears, for there is always something – some part, some particle, some formidable semblance – left behind.”
