He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.
Catherine FisherNone of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.
Catherine FisherI remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.
Catherine Fisher