Maybe it’s the quiet,” Sedan resumed. “Lets me think, or maybe it’s the opposite of normal thinking, more like untangling. I’m comfortable in those spots.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Sedan had never felt embarrassed about his imagination. Without it there was no magic.

— Jonathan Renshaw

The confession of ignorance is crucial to the pursuit of knowledge. Another way of putting it is that those who pretend to know never will – they lack the humility to learn.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Too fearful to intervene and hold back the tormented, she was pleading instead with the victim to be more submissive. It was a solution that would resolve the conflict while entrenching the problem. Sedan didn’t have the words to understand, but he could feel the wrongness of it.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Uh, I really didn't mean to disturb you.'' I sincerely hope that is untrue. If you arrived here with no objective capable of disturbing me then you arrived with no objective at all, and you will have succeeded in disturbing me without purpose.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Unless the inquiry has been so exhaustive as to explore every possibility, the lack of evidence should never be used to ground a statement of fact. Unlikelihood certainly, but no more. A prematurely assumed fact blocks further inquiry.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someone small, like an ant, it was a whole landscape of rugged Barry cliffs and big green leaf-plains that quaked when the sky was restless, a place of many strange creatures where fearsome winged beasts could pluck and devour someone in a blink.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Yes, I'm sure [the princess] thinks daily of a delinquent midget apprentice growing up to claim her hand ahead of all the nobles and princes of the realm. What could any of them possibly give that you don't have, except titles, land, wealth and all that.

— Jonathan Renshaw

You!' Skeet bellowed. When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.

— Jonathan Renshaw

You would think,' Sedan said, 'that I'd feel good about this-I've grown while he, my old enemy, has shrunk. Yet all I feel is a terrible ache. I pity him, that he has been called by age to surrender his strength.

— Jonathan Renshaw