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The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I happen to believe every story is a love story if you catch it at the right moment, slantwise in the light of dusk—but it wasn’t then.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
the place you are born isn’t necessarily the place you belong.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I hope you will find the cracks in the world and wedge them wider, so the light of other suns shines through; I hope you will keep the world unruly, messy, full of strange magics; I hope you will run through every open Door and tell stories when you return.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
All the symptoms, in short, of a world still riddled with open doors.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I should have known: destiny is a pretty story we tell ourselves. Lurking beneath it there are only people, and the terrible choices we make.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
summer in Maine is a fleeting, cautious creature that disappears as soon as the sun sets
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Books can smell of cheap thrills or painstaking scholarship, of literary weight or unsolved mysteries.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I wanted to write a different kind of story. A true kind of story, something I could crawl into if only I believed it hard enough.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
There is nothing quite like the anger of someone very powerful who has been thwarted by someone who was supposed to be weak.