Hexwood

Can't you treat yourself with a bit more consideration?' 'Why should I?' Mordion said, hugging the duvet round himself. 'Because you're a person, of course!' Ann snapped at him. 'One person ought to treat another person properly even if the person's himself!

Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.

And suddenly, as if her head had cleared, she was quite sure that wonderful things did indeed exist. Even if they’re only in my own mind, she thought, they’re there and worth fighting for. I mustn’t give in.

All I did was ask you for a role-playing game. You never warned me I’d be pitched into it for real! And I asked you for hobbits on a grail quest, and not one hobbit have I seen!

This wood,” Yam told him, “is like human memory. It does not need to take events in their correct order. Do you wish to go to an earlier time and start from there?” “Would I understand more if I did?” Hume asked. “You might,” said Yam. “Both of us might.” “Then it’s worth a try,” Hume agreed. They went together down the left-hand fork.

Please, your story, or I shall offend the dignitaries of my kingdom by yawning at holy things.

He is real, in his own way," Ann pointed out. "After all, what's real? How do you know I'm real, or if you are?

... I asked you for Hobbits on a grail quest, and not one Hobbit have I seen!

Ann left him there, kneeling among the violets looking out into the fog as if that glimpse of the castle had somehow broken his heart.