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No, Paige. I am trying to help you."
"Go to hell."
"I already exist on a level of hell."
"Exist on one that isn't near mine.

What I like about Oxford is how small it is; it's really more of a big town than a city.

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

I often look at places and kind of mentally convert them to fantasy versions of themselves.

Knowledge is dangerous. Once you know something, you can't get rid of it. You have to carry it. Always.

Never allow yourself to believe you should be silent.

Because I don't know whether honesty is better than happiness. Do we sacrifice honesty in order to be happy?

I was born in 1991, and 'Harry Potter' came out in '97, so, you know, I was really obsessed. I used to read them in one night.

Money. The dark obsession of the human race.

Every revolution begins with breakfast,' I quoted as they left. 'Is this your revolution, Jaxon?

It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long

Perhaps this is for the best,' Warden said. 'You already dwell too deep in shadows.'
'I would have gone into the shadows for you.

'The Bone Season' is violent. There's sex. My little brother keeps asking to read it, and he's 9, so I'm like, 'No, it's not happening.'

I'm not going to give it the big 'I am' now that I'm a New York Times bestseller.

Truth looks different in every lens.

We sat with our arms around each other, holding too tightly and not tightly enough.

Change a word or two, even a single letter, and you change the entire story.

Permission to disregard your orders, Underqueen."
"Permission not granted. Permission categorically denied.

Whenever anyone calls me 'The new J..K. Rowling,' I think, 'What's wrong with the old one?'

I imagined, too. And so imagination became my nemesis; my mind created monsters out of nothing.

The room was an hourglass that hadn't yet turned.

With the right reasons, at the right moment, even the most beaten and broken of people could rise up and reclaim themselves.

Isn't it wonderful, how words and paper can embroil us so? We are witnessing a miracle, dear heart.

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

She'd known I was coming, known what I was after, and she'd only started to speak English after seeing me. She was one of them. The scarred ones.

For me, just being published feels like success.

Just going outside put me at risk of winding up dead or captured. If I let that daunt me, I'd never do anything.

Don't you dare," he said. "Don't you dare let her see it. You are more than that. You are more than what she wants to do to you.

Our lifelines will meet only when the aether sees fit. That may not be often. It can never to always.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

Writing didn't carry the same risks as speaking. You couldn't be shouted down or stared at. The page was both a proxy and a shield.

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.

No life lived is lost.

This was what my spirit longed to do, to wander in strange lands. It couldn't stand being trapped in one body all the time. It had wanderlust.

Hope is the lifeblood of revolution. Without it, we are nothing but ash, waiting for the wind to take us.

His touch had felt strange. Warmer. It was only when I saw his hands that I realized.
He wasn't wearing gloves.

It is a strange world, Oxford - quite claustrophobic. I was often glad I was only there for eight weeks at a time.

I've never had a supernatural experience. I've been tempted to maybe have a tarot-card reading, but I don't know if I'd necessarily want to know.

What I will tell you is that you cannot force yourself to mourn. Sometimes, the best way to honour the dead is to simply keep living.

We canna grieve for those who've gone. Not before we've fought to change the world that took them.

You have risen from the ashes before. The only way to survive, " he said, "is to believe you always will.

You told me once that freedom was my right." I held his gaze. "Maybe you should do something with it.

I felt the thick beat of him. His rhythm. My rhythm.

You cannot kill death. What fire can scald the sun? Who can drown the ocean?

I brought you back," he said, "because I could not find the strength to fight her without you.

I am sure you know what an angel is: a soul that returns to this plane to protect the person they died to save,

I am never not thinking about stories. 'The Bone Season' is 90% of my brain - 10% is interacting with the rest of the world.

Not all of us know what we are. Some of us die without ever knowing. Some of us know, and never get caught. But we're out there.
Trust me.

I do not pity you. But I do know what it feels like. To be wanted only for what you are.

Perhaps I feel safest when I think of nothing.

We like to think we're brave, but in the end, we're only human.

That's delusional, isn't it?'
'Definitely. But if you're both delusional together, you'll be fine.

I was always more interested in my books and my writing than going out. It's OK to say I'm a nerd. That's me.

Jokes are the declarations of fools.

They'd branded me like some kind of animal.
Lower than an animal.
A number.

I couldn't stop. I'd never felt anything like this in my life- this rising in my chest, this need to touch.

I have committed myself to developing your gift- but for you, Paige. Not for her.

Run, little dreamer.

Nothing's worse than a story without an end.

I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.

His thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers

War has often been called a game, with good reason. Both have combatants. Both have sides. Both carry the risk of losing.

I'm often daydreaming, and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

The only way to survive is to believe you always will.

You seem to attract injuries in the manner that a flower attracts bees.

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

It was raining that day. My last day at work.

Sleep well, little dreamer.

Dance and fall.
Like a puppet. All those years of dancing.

How did you get here, then?'
'We walked,' Maria said, 'hence the "dejected snowman" look we're all modelling.

I wanted to write a sci-fi story that would appeal to young women. Loads of girls like sci-fi, but it's more culturally associated with guys.

We call these decadal harvests Bone Seasons. This is Bone Season XX.

For the dreamers.

Then there was that awful slogan: no safer place. More like no safe place. Not for us.

I do take this insane pleasure in world-building. I get the world in my head, but I have to make sure everyone else gets it.

I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you