And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a pe... by Catherine Fisher

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

Catherine Fisher

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All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

Catherine Fisher

wall song fall

I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars -Songs of Sapphique

Catherine Fisher

coats stars song

Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen?' 'Forging machines to challenge the darkness.' 'And the Wise, who made the world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.

Catherine Fisher

swans wise dream

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

Catherine Fisher

archaeology enjoyed jobs

It's safe to tell a secret to one, Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, Everyone else will know.

Catherine Fisher

three secret two

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

Catherine Fisher

wall girl wise

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a... by Catherine Fisher

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

Catherine Fisher

care ifs mean

When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind.

Catherine Fisher

sound mind order

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, ‘Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?’ ‘Is it?’ Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. ‘To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?

Catherine Fisher

flames eye thinking

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Ma... by Catherine Fisher

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

Catherine Fisher

i-trust-you masters love-you

The Stars. Jared slept beneath them, uneasy in the rustling leaves. From the battlements Finn gazed up at them, seeing the impossible distances between galaxies and nebulae, and thinking they were not as wide as the distances between people. In the study Claudia sensed them, in the sparks and crackles on the screen. In the prison, Attia dreamt of them, She sat curled on the hard chair, Rix repacking his hidden pockets obsessively with coins and glass discs and hidden handkerchiefs. A single spark flickered deep in the coin Keiro spun and caught, spun and caught.

Catherine Fisher

distance stars thinking

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll... by Catherine Fisher

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

Catherine Fisher

her-eyes shadow eye

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

Catherine Fisher

different hate sorrow

With the novels, I try to write a few pages a day - it doesn't sound much, but it can be difficult if I'm not sure where the story is going.

Catherine Fisher

story day try sound

I often write in pencil on paper and then type up later. It's muc... by Catherine Fisher

I often write in pencil on paper and then type up later. It's much quicker than using a keyboard.

Catherine Fisher

keyboard pencil write paper