TK

Quotes by T. Kingfisher

It's a long drive. It's pretty, actually, if you go through West Virginia, but of course then you're in West Virginia.
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It's a long drive. It's pretty, actually, if you go through West Virginia, but of course then you're in West Virginia.
I somehow thought you had experience with stealth missions.” .“Domina, I’m a berserker.” “Perhaps you gnawed your shield very quietly?
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I somehow thought you had experience with stealth missions.” .“Domina, I’m a berserker.” “Perhaps you gnawed your shield very quietly?
But he's mad, completely mad, and he turns his wives into golems. He needs killing, not negotiation.
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But he's mad, completely mad, and he turns his wives into golems. He needs killing, not negotiation.
Marriage was like death. You knew it'd happen eventually, but it wasn't something you dwelt on.
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Marriage was like death. You knew it'd happen eventually, but it wasn't something you dwelt on.
Oh no, a human feeling awkward. How terrible.
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Oh no, a human feeling awkward. How terrible.
Chickens, for example, were not people. You looked into a chicken’s eyes and you saw the back of the chicken’s eyeball.
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Chickens, for example, were not people. You looked into a chicken’s eyes and you saw the back of the chicken’s eyeball.
Can I ask a question?” “You can always ask,” said the old wizard. “You should always ask, in fact. Questions make the world go round! Whether I’ve got an answer is another matter.
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Can I ask a question?” “You can always ask,” said the old wizard. “You should always ask, in fact. Questions make the world go round! Whether I’ve got an answer is another matter.
There are few things in life as steadying as someone you have to be brave for.
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There are few things in life as steadying as someone you have to be brave for.
She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).
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She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).
Perhaps Welsh fairies stole children and confiscated their vowels.
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Perhaps Welsh fairies stole children and confiscated their vowels.
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