Quotes from Sarah Monette

The first time he had seen her, the first time he had looked into her eyes, he had thought he saw his Stag of Candles reflected there. He had been trying to find that reflection again ever since, but all he ever saw was himself.

My voice was deeper than his, husky and rasping, like the caw of a crow.

The indignities visited on his corpse could not touch him; in death he was inviolate. I had no such grace.

Bernatha had a clockwork heart, but that heart did not run.

You must be the only person in the Mirador who hasn't realized Mildmay would walk on glass knives for you.

You must be the only person in the Mirador who hasn't realized Mildamy would walk on knives for you.

I dreamed about her long, snaky body and about her deep, drawling voice. The voice was the worst. I'd wake up at the ninth or tenth hour of the night, my heart banging in my chest, and I'd lie there holding my breath in case she called my name again.

You must be the only person in the Mirador who hasn't realized Mildmay would walk on knives for you.

I felt like an old bone being worried by three dogs, like sooner or later one of them was going to pull too hard, and I was just going to snap in half. The Money Dog, the Fever Dog, and the Dreams Dog I called them, and I didn't know which of them I should be scared of most. They all three had teeth like alligators.

I saw his smile, and I wanted, with the sudden pitiless clarity of a lightning bolt, to drag him away-out of the engine's maw, of the labyrith's heart, out of the cold and sleepless dark beneath Summerdown.

Guilt was like the taste of ashes.

It was kind of comfortable, in a weird sort of way, watching a client's face while he decided how he was going to lie to me.

I heard the huff of his breath, as if I had struck him, as if perhaps my words had reached through his self-righteousness.

She pours a libation-not to the dragon, for the dragon is destruction and death and needs no homage-but to the Earth who heals herself if given half a chance, and then proceeds to get royally hammered.

Colors got funny, like there were too many of them packed in behind your basic blue or green or whatever. Sometimes I almost thought I could see the colors around people that Felix was always yammering about. And my hearing got sharper to the point that Mavortian and Bernard yelling at each other was actually painful. I mean, it was a pain and I was used to that, but now it hurt. And I couldn't sleep.

In the Lower City, eclipses were the worst of ill omens being as they were the special providence of the God of the Obscured Sun.

His look was predatory, gloating. All the power in this room was his, and he knew it.

Some days I think I'm too stupid to be let out on my own, and then there's the days that prove it.

Don't worry, darling. I only want you for your mind.