If I have a fault, Grant, it’s being too clever.
Christopher Chant, modesty embodied. [From Conrad’s Fate by Diana Wynne Jones] (via kateviardo)
Gabriel de Witt told Chrestomanci that Cat was a strange, reserved boy. To which Chrestomanci answered “Really?” in his most sarcastic way.
Relationships between all three Chrestomancis are summed up in two sentences. Marvellous. [From Mixed Magic by Diana Wynne Jones] (via kateviardo)
Charles liked poetry, because the lines were so short. You could think your own thoughts in the spaces around the print.
Witch Week by Diana Wynne Jones (via thebooksremindus)
It occurred to him then that he was enjoying himself more than he ever had done in his life. Papa had been right. He really was cut out to be the next Chrestomanci. But suppose he hadn’t been? Christopher thought, making another sizzling signature. It was simply luck that he was. Well then, he thought, something could have been done about it. There had been no need at all to feel trapped.
The Lives of Christopher Chant, Diana Wynne Jones. (via sosentient)