Quotes from Catherine Fisher

It is not wise for a mortal man to gaze too long into the darkness. He comes to see strange shapes and cold imaginings. He comes to doubt all that he once held true.

Down the endless halls of quilt My silver thread of tears is split. My fingerbone the key that broke My blood the oil that smooth the lock.

All my life I've plotted and planned, been obsessed with those things. And now you've achieved them. You are not satisfied. He nodded. Life is a series of stairs of which we climb, Claudia... your horizons have moved.

Only the man who knows freedom can define his prison.

As the beast I took your finger. As the Dragon I give you my hand. Now you have crawled and clambered into my heart I can't see you anymore. Are you still there?

The dove will rise above destruction with a white rose in her beak. over storm over tempest. over time and the ages. And the petals will fall to the ground like snow.

You are my father, Incarceron. I was born from your pain. Bone of steel; circuits for veins. My heart a vault of iron.

Do you seek the key to Incarceron? Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there. - The mirror of dreams to Sapphique

How could you betray me, Incarceron? How could you let me fall? I thought I was your son. It seems I am your fool. —Songs of Sapphique

We have been most careful in setting the locks of the Prison. No one can break in or out. The Warden will hold the sole Key. Should he die without passing on his knowledge, the Esoterica must be opened. But only by his successor. For these things are forbidden now. —Project report; Martor Sapiens

The world is not dead. The world is alive and breathes. The world is the whim of God, and her journey is forever.

He raised his hands. They saw his coat was feathered like the wings of the swan when it dies, when it sings its secret song. And he opened the door that none of them had seen until now.

Who can chart the vastness of Incarceron? Its halls viaducts, its chasms? Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

No one has entered since. We know about the Wombs too, though not where they are. Incarceron is efficient; it was designed to be. It doesn't waste dead matter, but recycles everything. In those cells it grows new inmates. Perhaps animals too.

There is a door we know, a tiny, secret door... - legends of sapphique

Everyone has memories, Finn. Your prophecies are what matter. The visions that descend on you are the great gift and strangeness of the Starseer. They're unique. The people know that, the slaves and the warband, even Jormanric.It's in the way they look at you. Sometimes they fear you.

What use is one key among a billion prisoners?

You will spend years in hopeless traveling, searching, and all for nothing! Find a place to live, learn peace instead. Forget the stars.

Daring is the thing for a fighting man to be remembered by.

People will pay to see ugliness. It makes them feel human.

He might have been scared but he was brave too. He saved me. Your magic may be powerful, but we are all really good friends and that's so much stronger than any silly spell.

You know that the word truth is a crystal, like the Key. It seems transparent, but it has many facets. Different lights, red and gold and blue, flicker in its depths. Yet it unlocks the door.

It had silenced Jormanric in mid-fury, had made the hairs on his own skin prickle with terror. The Prison was alive. It was cruel and careless, and he was Inside it.

A distant, eerie howl had risen out of the floor, from far beneath. Silent, absolutely still, she waited, and at last it came again, indefinably closer, but muffled, as if layers of stone-rooms, dungeons, cellars-were between her and it. Not human. She crouched down with her ear to the stone slabs. Somewhere down there, unguessable levels below,something prowled.