Quotes From "Poison" By Bridget Zinn

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Kyra." Fred caught Kyra's eyes. "I'm not in love with Ariana and I don't want half the kingdom."" You don't?" He shook his head. "But I might stick around for a little while longer. There are some interesting things in the Kingdom of Mohr.""Like what?"" Like a certain funny and extremely talented potioner." Kyra took a breath. "I have to warn you, Hal isn't that great as a boyfriend. He's pretty self absorbed. Bridget Zinn
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I'm glad you escaped, Kyra, " Fred said, looking serious again. "And that I found you."" Me too, " Kyra said, glancing up at him. "It wouldn't have been much of a life trying to live in the dumbwaiter." Fred leaned down and kissed Kyra full on the lips. Kyra pulled away. "How do you know I'm interested in you? Just because you've decided I'm worth hanging around for doesn't mean I feel the same way." Fred cocked his head at her. "Really?""Oh, okay, " Kyra said. Then she kissed him back. . Bridget Zinn
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Okay, that one's pretty good, " Fred acknowledged, after she'd told him a particularly filthy joke. "But have you heard the one about the baker's wife?"" No, " Kyra said." Rumor has it, she married him for his buns." Fred burst out laughing. Kyra groaned. "Okay, that was just bad. Bridget Zinn
But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s...
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But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice. Chris Wooding
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Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much." She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm..... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing. Chris Wooding
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The books were legends and tales, stories from all over the Realm. These she had devoured voraciously — so voraciously, in fact, that she started to become fatigued by them. It was possible to have too much of a good thing, she reflected. “ They’re all the same, ” she complained to Fleet one night. “The soldier rescues the maiden and they fall in love. The fool outwits the wicked king. There are always three brothers or sisters, and it’s always the youngest who succeeds after the first two fail. Always be kind to beggars, for they always have a secret; never trust a unicorn. If you answer somebody’s riddle they always either kill themselves or have to do what you say. They’re all the same, and they’re all ridiculous! That isn’t what life is like! ” Fleet had nodded sagely and puffed on his hookah. “Well, of course that’s not what life is like. Except the bit about unicorns — they’ll eat your guts as soon as look at you. those things in there” — he tapped the book she was carrying — “they’re simple stories. Real life is a story, too, only much more complicated. It’s still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same rules, you know. It’s just that there are more of them. Everyone has chapters and cliffhangers. Everyone has their journey to make. Some go far and wide and come back empty-handed; some don’t go anywhere and their journey makes them richest of all. Some tales have a moral and some don’t make any sense. Some will make you laugh, others make you cry. The world is a library, young Poison, and you’ll never get to read the same book twice. Chris Wooding
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He was a handsome man, not in the way of mercurial Cesare or the false angel, Morozzi, but with a calm steadiness that sat well upon him and shown in everything he did. The creations he drew from fire and air were possessed of great delicacy, but I was coming to realize that the man himself was as an oak, unshakable in the greatest storm. Sara Poole
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Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison. Chris Wooding
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We may seem the weakest and most insignificant of all the Realms, but our strength comes in other ways. We have what no other race has: imagination. Any one of us, even the lowliest, can create worlds within ourselves; we can people them with the most extraordinary creatures, the most amazing inventions, the most incredible things. We can live in those worlds ourselves, if we choose; and in our own worlds, we can be as we want to be. Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead, Poison, for in imagination, we can create wonders. Chris Wooding
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Then a person has only one tale?” No, some have two or three separate ones or more, ” Fleet said. “Some people have many tales. Sometimes they are linked into one big tale, sometimes they are utterly distinct. Most people do not have one at all. Chris Wooding
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You can’t tell half a tale, Poison. You can’t write half a book. Whatever you choose to do next will completely change the aspect of what has gone before. if you decided to suddenly kill your friends as they slept —“ Why would I do that?” Poison interjected. Bear with me, ” Fleet said patiently. “If you did, then the tale would take on a whole new light. Instead of being the journey of Poison from Gull to save her sister, it would be the terrible story of how a young girl became a cold-blooded killer. They way it would be written would be different. Do you see? Or you might die right now, and it would turn out that it wasn’t your tale all along it was Bram’s or Peppercorn’s, and you were just one of the sideline characters. The whole story has to be known before it can be recorded; otherwise it might suddenly change. That’s the beauty, Poison. You never know what’s going to happen next. When the tale is ended, then the writing will be visible to your eyes; until then it is unwritten. . Chris Wooding
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True sleep eluded me. Morpheus is a capricious god; he comes easily to some and only with greatest difficulty to others. To lure him, it is best to pretend disinterest. Engage the mind in some pursuit unrelated to what is truly desired and allow no distraction from it. For me, nothing works so well as a walk through Rome. Sara Poole
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We have all made mistakes, each and every one of us. The trick is to not keep making them over and over.” “I don’t, ” I said, not modestly but truthfully. “I keep finding new mistakes to make. I suspect that I have a genius for it. Sara Poole