A bit of a limp conclusion if you ask me,” Eric growled. “You academics are always so timid with your words. Your conclusion sounds like a different form of the question.” “And so it is, Eric,” Feral said with a chuckle. “Slightly whittled, sharper, but it is still a question. In time, it will be sharp enough to impale the answer.

— Jonathan Renshaw

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer... A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

— Jonathan Renshaw

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer, wouldn’t you say? A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Are you planning to kiss me?' Sedan asked.' No.' Emory wrinkled a pimply nose.' Then why are you standing so close?' Sedan's tone was perfect innocence.

— Jonathan Renshaw

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground.

— Jonathan Renshaw

He could not afford to indulge misery, to live in the past and stumble through life facing backwards.

— Jonathan Renshaw

How could children have spotted what everyone else couldn’t?” “Because we haven’t killed off our imaginations,” Sedan mumbled behind a wrapping of arms and knees.

— Jonathan Renshaw

I always hated...all sad songs. I thought they made happy people miserable. Now I think I understand them better. Bards write them because they can't hold them back. Sadness has got to flow out, or it gets stuck and turns bitter.

— Jonathan Renshaw

If you care about people, and you really love them, you should get angry at the things that put them in danger or hurt them.

— Jonathan Renshaw

I would rather be the person who steps in front of a whole gang to defend someone and gets beaten up for it than the person who watches from a safe hiding. There were times I hid, and I think the shame hurts more than the bruises would have.

— Jonathan Renshaw