Where in the world have you been?" demanded Strange. "Walking," she said. Her voice was just as it had always been. "Walking! Arabella, are you quite mad? In three feet of snow? Where?" "In the dark woods," she said, "among my soft-sleeping brothers and sisters. Across the high moors among the sweet-scented ghosts of my brothers and sisters long dead. Under the grey sky through the dreams and murmurs of my brothers and sisters yet to come." Strange stared at her. "What?
( Susanna Clarke )
[ Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell ]
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