How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?

Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.