Less Is Lost (The Arthur Less Books Book 2)

“We are that fraction of old magic that remains.”

I want to talk about love. I have been with my wife, Federico’s great-aunt, for a long time. I want to tell you it isn’t something you celebrate every ten years. Or every five years. It’s every day. You understand me? I believe in a Supreme Being. I don’t know who God is, I don’t know anything about God, but I know Maria is here because of God. The

That’s all we have. We must celebrate them. Remember that. I don’t care who you love, but if you love someone…if you love someone, you have to love them every day. You have to choose them every day.”

Realizing we are no longer in love is not the heartbreaking sensation we imagine when we are in love—because it is no sensation at all. It is a realization made by a bystander.

within this nested set of Vlads, completely concealed, is Vlad himself, carved from a single piece of wood, Vlad the Lad: the nut Dorothy is searching for.

A satisfied curl of the lip that is not for work done, and well done, but for doing a thing that has never been done.

then a castaway in the wide ocean of possibility,

You may think: What’s happened? Good God, are they kidding? But it is a rule of life, alas, that nobody is kidding.

Only a fraction of the old magic remains, and impostors are everywhere!”