From Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (and because I think [sic] is so ugly in the middle of such a lovely sentence, know that the quotation is correct and the misspelling is for a reason):
“The mute boy padded over and sat by the Abbess’s feet. Sunlite bent around the world, lending fragile color to wildflowers.”
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“”But I pray to the ideal…Early, so he knows I’m serious.”"
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