In the Sapient tongue he said softly, โTell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?โ โIs it?โ Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. โTo you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?
Catherine FisherShadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.
Catherine FisherEven across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul
Catherine FisherWe are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women canโt read, where the scientific advances of the ages are the preserve of the rich, where artists and poets are doomed to endless repetitions and sterile reworking of past masterpieces. Nothing is new. New does not exist. Nothing changes, nothing grows, evolves, develops. Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden
Catherine Fisher