Trevor Alan Foris Quotes

... catching sight of the metal fused onto stripped bone, ligaments visible where the two meet as the advancing metal and flesh army stride easily across the granite steps.

Are we or are we not currently walking through a fairy-tale?

We as a race are the sole reason this planet is in the mess it is.

I had me some times to kills.

... aware that her hair is also bouncing... she too must have ringlets... struggling to control the movement of her crinoline petticoat under the heavy fabric of her skirts as it, too, bobs in time with her hair...

Is this the bit where I get to say mwahaha?

We have always been herbalists and healers, Trad...

You're the one who put me in distress!

The end result is people like you, having no real understanding of the Bewitchers' true nature and purpose.

I heard the stories of how the spheres would lead your kind to safety in times of need, so when the thing started going nuts in my pocket...

... the collection of slightly green, slightly overweight, slightly out of proportion imps, completely naked were it not for low slung sarongs and their exceptionally long beards, designed it would seem, to preserve their modesty should the sarongs fail in their duties...

... to be so close to such masterpieces as to be able to see the detail, the brushwork... to... be... so... close...

... do your lot wake up and think hmm, what can I do to ruin the planet today?

Wandering these shelves, the many mechanical animals... ambled about their day, unaffected by the presence of Maiegryn and her children.

... you of all people should know that all is not as it may appear.

... something was not right... almost as if something were hiding amongst the paint... squeezed in between the brush strokes... a kind of presence bringing it alive...

Faith is faith, no matter what form it takes.

I am in your head. I've always been in your head.

Well, in some circles, hearing voices in your head is considered cause for alarm.

Is there never going to be a time when we are not trying to right the wrongs of those who came before us?

To serves the Etkaberrohn Queen in her quests to forget her brokenary hearts...

With all due respect,' Elisphae mutters, 'the world would not miss us.

It is not, however, your job to speak directly to us, make comments or generally interfere.

... a living, breathing entity not dissimilar to the interior of a cathedral – one of wood, living wood. Where the cathedral had carved stone, here were trees, ivy, flowers, all working together to form the walls...

And Smith, for future reference...' 'Yes, sir?'
'No cat nip.

Really?' Ellery says, looking over Grace as if she were dirt on her shoe, which probably would be preferable to being at the end of Ellery's stare.

Father... just for once can you live in the moment?

... lots of speculation out there about the existence of a secret Utopia, a wonderland, hidden in plain sight they say...

Ooh, sweetie, we all know people only see what they want to see.

I like what you've done to the place,' he says, eyeing the ripped fabric and scorched stuffing hanging from the ceiling and walls.

Suddenly blinded by dazzling light filling the room, they hear a series of clicks echoing around them. As the purple gloom returns and with it their sight, little red dots dance across their chests.

Hey, I didn't come here to lose,

I just verbalise a possible outcome... I just like to see how far I can go...

Oh yes, that's about as sensitive as blunt trauma.

You see, we black cats are the only thing between you and certain death.

... this little planet of ours has much to offer...' '... or have you always known?

Without warning, the room is immersed in the images of battle, burning buildings, all around them people running and screaming. Trad ducks instinctively as a fireball hurls in his direction and Veebee retreats to her home.

You two have no idea, do you? What living in the real world is like?

Trad had refused to stop until every last one of the Alliance Innesomids had been brought back under Octunnumi protection.

Catching sight of the rotund Levaedet Ringmaster striding through the crowds, high above them on his disproportionately long legs, she allows herself a moment to imagine the smell of Candyfloss mingling with toffee apples and salted popcorn; the screams of laughter from the carousel and Ferris wheel...

Black is actually too colourful a word to use to describe the almost suffocating black.

... they get a bit carried away. I think they feel somewhat cheated with having me as their Druignaa, not being much of a party person,

So much rubbish; ... from heavy plant machinery, cars, vans, buses to plastic bottles, magazines, papers, tins, boxes, bags, clothes...
... it is how they have been collected here that is odd... everything neat, clean, ordered and possibly even categorised...

Still the myth stands, does it, hmmm? Black cats are bad luck, are they?

... you couldn't find your way out of a cul-de-sac with a map, a compass and a guide...

... and so I fear that in his unstable condition he is being manipulated.

I'll have you know there's nothing wrong with knitting.

... what could be more ridiculous than walking through a painting?

Circling below her outstretched hand, the three cats eagerly lick their lips, vocalising in anticipation.

Muses are the Mata Haris of inspiration.

And,' Maiegryn continues with her rant as she releases them, 'if you have to disobey your commanding officer's orders, at least have the decency to call your mother.

Being scooped up by a huge, hairy, yellow hand was not as scary as Vieth might have imagined; being dumped on an unstable piece of wood held way high up, was.

... Froncien cannot help but be amused at the sight of the little man, arms and legs spread out, gently swinging in his hitched up jacket, for all the world looking like a bauble for the tree.

At fifty-five, immaculate from head to toe, his smart jacket and pencil skirt, manicured and painted nails, pristine hair and make-up are in stark contrast to Maiegryn's Bohemian freefall.

That's Vegan not Vulcan!

Right, so I wake up in the morgue as me, Grace, but I'm eighteen again and I'm like wow!

Your role out there is to give something back, guide the way forward... Maybe, just maybe if you spent a little less time looking out for yourself and a little more time thinking about... no, scratch that, just thinking would be a start.

... she honestly failed to understand why anybody would need that amount of cake.