Cogheart

Feelings and intuition, love and compassion, those are the things make a soul, not blood and bones or machine parts.

The soul’s a matter of the heart, Robert, and the heart’s a mystery even the greatest scientists don’t understand.

You know, once,” Robert said, “I was working in the shop, doing some repairs on a music box, and it was all going wrong. Da took me aside and told me to think of it like life: ‘It looks complicated when you see all the separate pieces, but the purpose of the music box is to play joyful music. You just have to remember how to fit them together so it will. The same with life really. It’s just about the living of it. That’s all you have, and all you can do: live and be happy.

No one conquers fear easily, Robert. It takes a brave heart to win great battles.

I know sometimes life can be painful, my tiger. But, remember, if you can’t change what’s happened today, you must bide your time, until you’re strong enough to fight tomorrow.

The Kraken was somewhat obsessed with posture. As for Lily, she barely gave it a second thought. In her opinion it was better to read books than balance them. That’s what they were designed for, after all. And if you wanted to wear something on your head there was a perfectly good item designed for that too: it was called a hat.

No one conquers fear easily, Robert

not causing trouble, and then there was standing up for what was right. Because mechanicals deserved to be treated like anyone else. “Listen, you pair of simpering, fat-headed dolts,” she said, “if you ever speak to Molly that way again I’ll…I’ll…” “You’ll what?” Alice sneered. “Don’t you threaten me.” Lily bit her lip and thought better of her reply. Alice broke into a horsey smile. “See, you snotty little runt? You won’t do anything – and that’s the truth. Just because

and intuition, love and compassion, those are the things make a soul, not blood and bones or machine parts.” He ruffled his son’s hair with a calloused hand. “The soul’s a matter of the heart, Robert, and the heart’s a mystery even the greatest scientists don’t understand.

If she could just get Papa to put Jack Door's book on lock-picking on the syllabus, she felt sure her new education would soon be complete.

The trouble was, Lily reflected, as she sneaked up the last set of stairs to the girls' dormitory, she didn't want the life of a well-bred Victorian young lady, she wanted the life of an air-pirate.

He believes one should read a lot wider than deportment manuals if one plans to get an exceptional education. Don't you agree"" The Kraken weighed the magazine in her hand. "No," she said. "I don't. Besides, this sort of bunkum is not approved of by the academy. It has no educational value." "It teaches piracy and air combat.

If Spring-Heeled Jack, or Varney the Vampyre, or the air-pirates, or any of the other blackguards who roamed England, ever caught any of those girls in a dark alley they'd be dead for sure.

Malkin pressed his forepaws against the flight-deck window and peered out. The silver airship was still following; gaining on them. The purr of its propellers and the whoosh of its knife-sharp hull cutting through the air sent a shiver of terror through his clockwork innards.

But, I suppose without those evils there'd be no chance for us to do good, and doing good is what matters. Though it can be very frightening...