I can't be yours forever, Mab," I told her, the words flying into my mouth as if by magic. "I already belong to someone else. I belong to Alice!
Joseph DelaneyMots clés romance fantasy horror tom-ward alice-deane mab-mouldheel
Dark thought started to slip into my mind, despite all my efforts to keep them out. What was the use of anything? We were born, we lived a few years, grew old, and then died. What was the point of it all? All those people in the County and the wide world beyond, living their short little lives before going to the grave. What was it all for? My dad was dead. He'd worked hard all his life, but the journey of his life had had only one destination: the grave. That's where we were all heading. into the grave. Into the soil, to be eaten by worms. Poor Billy Bradley had been the Spook's apprentice before me. He'd had his fingers bitten off by a boggat and had died of shock and loss of blood. And where was he now? In a grave. Not even in a churchyard. He was buried outside because the Church considered him no better than a malevolent witch. That would be my fate too. A grave in unhallowed ground.
Joseph DelaneyWhat I've done means no witch can ever control you like that. It's my mark, see. My brand. It warns them off. Apart from that, it don't mean much, though. Not if you don't want it to. Don't have to sit next to me. Movie if you want. Do you want to go?"
I shook my head. "I'm happy sitting here next to you."
"And I'm happy here sitting next to you. So we're both happy. What can be wrong with that?
I see a girl, soon to be a woman," Tibb continues. "The girl who will share your life. She will love you, she will betray you, and finally she will die for you. And it will all have been for nothing. All for nothing in the end.
Joseph DelaneyMots clés love sacrifice betrayal fortune-telling
What are you using?" I asked. "Fascination or glamour?"
"Both," she said, giving me a wicked smile
Mots clés love
The difference between the word fiend and friend is merely one letter. I could easily be the latter. If you knew me better...
Joseph DelaneyMots clés devil fiend old-nick
The moon shows the truth of things.
Joseph DelaneyMots clés bane
Love is a delusion that binds mortals to their fates.
Joseph DelaneyMots clés love
We are the strong ones. We squash anything that we don't like. Anything that threatens us gets smeared! (Grimalkin to Alice)
Joseph DelaneyThere was more than one type of guilt. You might do something horrible that you later regretted. But you could also feel guilty for something you'd not done!
Joseph DelaneyMots clés guilt
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