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“Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…each one resonated under the step of the dancing mad god, vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery, or hunger, or architecture, or argument, or cabbage or murder or concrete across the aether. The weft of starlingsâ€� motivations connected to the thick, sticky strand of a young thief’s laugh. The fibres stretched taut and glued themselves solidly to a third line, its silk made from the angles of seven flying buttresses to a cathedral roof. The plait disappeared into the enormity of possible spaces.

Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web.

It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept...

..I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.”
― China Miéville, Perdido Street Station

“Jason decided there was nothing in the world scarier than a gang of bat-wielding grannies.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Folks around here like to say we came from the stars. Perhaps it's simpler to think of us not as human but as creatures made of stardust--that if you cut us, not blood but constellations will pour from out wounds.”
― Leslye Walton, A Tyranny of Petticoats

“Folks around here call us el destinos.
They like to say we came from the stars. And when I stare up at the infinite heavens stretched out above us like a shroud, it's hard to imagine we came from anywhere else.”
― Leslye Walton, A Tyranny of Petticoats

“If the fates were arranging things, it was better to leave it entirely to them.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

“He can see the three women in his mind's eye, so vivid and real. The young redhead with her plaited tails dancing around him as she wove the fates of all humanity, the dark-haired warrior measuring each weave and passing them on to her sister, Aisa who’s dainty fingers snipped and let fall the lives and dreams of men.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Twisted Fate