Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.
Garth NixEven now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.
Garth NixThe visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.
Garth NixTag: fear fantasy fortune omen
Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter what happens.
Garth NixBut think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door.
Garth NixMaybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.
Garth NixTag: identity confidence fantasy
As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?"
"Yum," said Mogget.
"Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.
Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing," said the Dog
"What does that mean?"
"I have no idea," said the Dog
Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it.
Garth NixVIDEO ARCHIVE-
INTERVIEW 24768 . GOLD-EYE
I like trees… grass… only birds in sky. People walking safe. Family
No Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place.
Grow plants. Build.
Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home.
After Change goes back…
I want home.
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