And if my choice is to sit graciously in my best robes and accept the inevitable or to bail a sea with a bucket, give me the bucket.
This place felt like home; not her home perhaps, but someone’s home, accustomed to shelter and keep and befriend its master.
Why do you tell me… so much?”
Luthe considered her. “I tell you… some you need to know, and some you have earned the right to know, and some it won’t hurt you to know–” He stopped….
“Some things I tell you only because I wish to tell them to you.
Stay a little while longer, and let everyone congratulate you – including the ones who clearly don’t want to: in fact, especially the ones who clearly don’t want to. You don’t have to say anything but ‘thank you
…and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer around her and thought, I would rather live in a hut in the woods; a hut like the one of my first memories, with a clean-swept dirt floor, and a brown-eyed boy watching me from behind his mother’s skirts as I watched him from behind mine.
As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.
I loved every one of these people. And I couldn’t take another minute of their company.
What this world doesn’t have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?
The chain round my neck gleamed in the daylight too. It looked more like gold this morning, but if I stirred it with a finger it had a queer iridescent quality not at all like real gold, not that I had much acquaintance with the stuff. I had always favored plastic and rhinestones.