Vic James Quotes & Sayings

Honestly, Jack, your handwriting is terrible."
Jackson held up both hands. "What can I say? I'm a doctor. — Vic James

What can I say?" Asif shrugged. "Geeky as charged. — Vic James

Imagine waking from a twenty-five-year sleep, and the first faces you saw were Sil and Lord Weirdo. Aunty Terpy's sanity would run gibbering back to whatever cracked little corner of her skull it had been occupying all these years. — Vic James

Always look at the people, not at the mass. A face, not the crowd. Look at the world, not at the ground. Every little detail you see is a victory. — Vic James

Father was planning a debate. Silyen was planning a resurrection. And Gavar was planning a wedding. There was so much wrong with that, Gavar didn't know where to start. — Vic James

But here was a chance to do something. Change something.

Maybe even change everything. — Vic James

Gavar tipped back the last of the malt. He should go easy on it, he knew. He didn't want to end up like Father. But lately he'd been feeling the need for a little pick-me-up. He was still getting the headaches that had been plaguing him ever since Libby was born. That was one thing they never told you about fatherhood: the constant worry, and the toll it took. — Vic James

Across the hall, the Millmoor kid was holding Crovan's bag. Mother looked to be describing at great length where Lord Creepypants would be staying. Probably the boy had never been inside the house before.

But then Sil came ambling out from under the west arch toward the trio, and to Mother's evident disapproval he took Crovan's bag and led their least welcome guest away. The kid watched them go, unimpressed. He actually rolled his eyes when he thought no one was looking. Good for him. Maybe the boy had been worth rescuing. — Vic James

Mother and Father worry he's half a commoner already, so they come down hard on anything that looks like sympathy for your sort. Is 'sympathy' the best word in this case, Abigail?"
His tone was sly and Abi flushed with embarrassment. But she had to persist. "And that's all there is to it? General disapproval? Because there's an evening I can't remember. I was worried that maybe I did something, and that's why."
"Can't remember? Someone's been doing housekeeping inside your head without your permission? How very impolite. I can take a look, if you like. — Vic James

Trust was what made everything possible. Trust lent you someone else's eyes, someone else's strong arms or quick brain. Made you bigger than just yourself. Trust was how the club worked. How this whole reckless dream of abolition could work, if people could just come together and hold their nerve. Now ever the Equals - not even their Skill - would be more powerful than that. — Vic James

Have a quick ten years. — Vic James

She didn't do people, dammit. She did books. A world of difference — Vic James

But when he'd run into the boy again several weeks later, he'd had some kind of attitude transplant. The kid had looked at Gavar like he'd not only bailed him from Millmoor but had driven the van himself, then thrown a "Welcome to Kyneston" party complete with strippers. He'd offered some unfeigned thanks, and said that if there was ever anything he could do for Gavar, he would. "Anything at all," he'd said expansively. As if there were plenty of things the heir of Kyneston might need that a seventeen-year-old slave could supply. — Vic James