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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
Come on, man. You can’t always be looking over your shoulder, you know? At the good stuff or the bad stuff. You got to look ahead, or else you miss the good stuff that’s still coming.
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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
Gilly had decided that this was a dream. The Witches' Carnival didn't exist in the real world. And the Gilly who existed in the real world was not brave or cunning enough to have done everything that she'd done in the past day. The real Gilly was not beautiful enough to be lying in bed beside a woman like Maggie. Gilly had decided this was a dream, and also that she'd let that real Gilly, deep asleep somewhere in the outskirts of Birmingham, wither away and never wake up. Already, Gilly could see herself arcing across the earth bright as a comet, moving too fast for the Ashleys and Tracyes, the thousand tiny insults and humiliations of the waking world, to ever catch.
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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
It wasn't chance at all, Gilly. People are yearning creatures. They imagine and strive and hope. Stories about an enchanted band of vagabonds existed before the Carnival itself. But those fairy tales become the focal point of billions of daydreams, and eventually those daydreams condensed like vapor into something real. The Carnival only exists because you want it to, you and everyone else. So why's it peculiar that, when you wanted to find it, a path came into existence too?
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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
Looking for a teacher? Go get one. I'll wait. Go. I'll tell them what I did. Go get one. Go.
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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
She should have known from that moment; nothing could hurt them. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse might have rode into town. Gilly and Sam would have knocked Death off his pale steed and swiped War's sword for a souvenir.
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By AnonymKristopher Reisz
This river is so old. When the Nephilim walked the land and men were like grasshoppers at their feet, it was flashing as thin and quick as a minnow.
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