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“Maybe I should do this for y-" (Samantha)
"No, I'm cooking. If you want to be helpful, you can bring me my wine. I poured us both a glass." (Mortimer)
"But-"
"No," he insisted, pushing her toward the door. "In you go. I'm the man. I get to barbecue while you stand around and look cute.”
― Lynsay Sands, The Rogue Hunter

“Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid. ”
― Cornelia Funke

“It his mind, they reminded him of 鈥楾weedle Dee鈥� and 鈥楾weedle Dum鈥�, with an extra emphasise placed on the 鈥楧um鈥�!”
― Adele Rose, Awakening

“It had been at least two weeks since Mortimer had escaped and re-entered Darkvoid Dimension and he still felt as if one of the 鈥楾weenies鈥� had picked up 鈥楧ougal鈥� and hurled him straight at his body. (This was in an alternate universe of course).”
― Adele Rose, Torn

“Chris had been a genuinely nice guy 鈥� a guy with a warm heart and friendly demeanour. What鈥檚 more, he, Mortimer, had lived and laughed alongside him 鈥� something his dead companions didn鈥檛 exactly evoke. OK. So they had their uses from time to time and offered him company when he desired it. Even so, that was it. They were dead, not living. Anyway, their conversations weren鈥檛 exactly inspiring.”
― Adele Rose, Torn

“Stop moping and think of a solution. A voice in his head told him. If you want to find your mojo again, then get on with it and stop wallowing in self-pity. This voice spoke the harsh truth.
He needed to man-up.
Nodding, Mortimer set his face in a line of steely determination, created a pile of papers and began to draft down possible ideas.
Mass suicide? Too messy.
Global war? Too soon.
Revenge cult? Too predictable.
NO.”
― Adele Rose, Torn

“I see her in the stars,鈥� he said breathlessly. 鈥淚 see her in the great lake that surrounds this glorious academy. I see her everywhere.鈥� He looked drunk on love. 鈥淪he is but a light and I her moth. I can鈥檛 help but be drawn into her soft beauty and her wilful manner.”
― Adele Rose, Torn

“What makes us bleed? Come on鈥HINK.
Love. The answer came to him in a blink of an eye. Love makes you bleed.
Pain. Another answer came to him. Pain makes you bleed.
Death. Death makes you bleed.
They all made you bleed. Not necessarily physically, but emotionally. Just like now. Just like what was happening to him.
The answers kept coming.
The answers were infinite.”
― Adele Rose, Torn