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Next time you rob God, don’t half-ass it.

— The Works of Vermin

He wants, desperately, to shout at her, to strike her, to tell her once again that working is the worst way to get any sort of money, but he only draws her close.

— The Works of Vermin

Is it worse to bite the hand that feeds you, or kiss the hand that beats you?

— The Works of Vermin

The hours crawl by, but at a startlingly fast crawl.

— The Works of Vermin

Same choice we all have, my dear. Same as every creature. Domestication, or extermination.

— The Works of Vermin

Kid’s just at that stage. They go to sleep tame, wake up feral.

— The Works of Vermin

There’s only one good man and he’s my dog.

— The Works of Vermin

His eyes are dusty gold, like a beam of light in a grain silo. Aster has never seen a grain silo, but this does not deter her imagination.

— The Works of Vermin

For Allana, whose invaluable horticultural and botanical advice for this book went completely ignored

— The Works of Vermin

Tiliard, known as the Deathbed of Tulips, straddles the river gorge like a half-submerged stump.

— The Works of Vermin

We’re just the part of the universe that tells itself stories.

— Library of Broken Worlds