Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

Faith had always told herself that she was not like other ladies. But neither, it seemed, were other ladies.

People were animals, and animals were nothing but teeth. You bit first, and you bit often, That was the only way to survive.

For a tiny instant Faith wondered whether it would benefit the doctor's investigation if he experienced a cliff fall first-hand.

Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time.

Who am I? The shell-selling Lace girl, the attendant of Lady Arilou, Mother Govrie’s other daughter, the thing of dust, the victim, the revenger, the diplomat, the crowd-witch, the killer, the rescuer, the pirate?

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.