Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much." She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm. .... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing.
Chris WoodingOn reflection,โ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, โthis wasnโt one of your better plans.
Chris WoodingReal life is a story, too, only much more complicated. Itโs still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same rules, you know. . . Itโs just that there are more of them. Everyone has chapters and cliffhangers. Everyone has their journey to make. Some go far and wide and come back empty-handed; some donโt go anywhere and their journey makes them richest of all. Some tales have a moral and some donโt make any sense. Some will make you laugh, others make you cry. The world is a library, young Poison, and youโll never get to read the same book twice.
Chris WoodingWe may seem the weakest and most insignificant of all the Realms, but our strength comes in other ways. We have what no other race has: imagination. Any one of us, even the lowliest, can create worlds within ourselves; we can people them with the most extraordinary creatures, the most amazing inventions, the most incredible things. We can live in those worlds ourselves, if we choose; and in our own worlds, we can be as we want to be. Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead, Poison, for in imagination, we can create wonders.
Chris Wooding