The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

There must be blood, the girl thought. There must always be blood. (…) It will be all hard and bloody, but there will be wonders, too, or else why bring me here at all? And it’s the wonders I’m after, even if I have to bleed for them.
—  Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds, past a moon like a bony knee.
—  Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making 

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Amandla Stenberg as September

It will all be hard and bloody, but there will be wonders, too, or else why bring me here at all? And it’s the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them.

One ought not to judge her: all children are Heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb high trees and say shocking things and leap so very high grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless At All.
—  Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Books & Cupcakes July Book Photo Challenge

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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

“September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.”

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall tress and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one.
—  The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized and can only attract their like. How I would like to lead you to brave, stalwart friends who would protect you and play games with dice and teach you delightful songs that have no sad endings. If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless.
—  Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making