he cut through the 21st Century Gallery, past the big plastic statues of Pluto and Mickey, animal headed gods of lost America
Philip ReeveAnd now he was dead, his soul fled down to the Sunless Country and his body lying cold in the cold mud, somewhere in the city's wake.
Philip ReeveTags: sad
Uncle knows best.
Philip ReeveUncle knows best.
-All the Lost Boys
I felt a little like saying 'Eeeeeeeeek!' myself, but seeing Myrtle so afraid reminded me that I was British, and must be brave.
Philip ReeveBut boys will be boys, even the ones who are only girls dressed up: That's one of the rules of the world.
Philip ReeveIn the old days, I'd never given a thought to the future, and not much to the past. I'd lived simply in the now. I'd been happy if I had enough to eat, and nobody was hitting me. I'd been miserable when I was cold and frightened when I was ill, but mostly I gave no more thought than an animal did to what might happen tomorrow, or next week. Just an animal walking about on two legs, that's all I was till Myrddin changed me. It seemd to me sometimes I'd been happier that way.
Philip ReeveThe one thing worse than an enemy is a friend turned false.
Philip ReeveAnd isn't that what all boys want and all men, too? Just to be taken seriously?
Philip ReeveThe small lives of women don't make for good stories. That's why there were no girls in the stories Myrddin told, unless they were there as a prize for the hero to win at the end of his adventures.
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