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I was pregnable once,” Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn’t roll properly, couldn’t hop properly, couldn’t romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage—she loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She’d endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. “Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.

I was running on the earth, Slashing primeval winds. I was running in the world, Riddled with darkness.

I wasn't sure how much was real and how much was fantasy, but it didn't matter because it made her smile.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

I was the only person in the group wearing a pair of fluffy unicorn slippers.

I who have copied down this story, or more accurately fantasy, do not credit the details of the story, or fantasy. Some things in it are devilish lies, and some are poetical figments; some seem possible and others not; some are for the enjoyment of idiots.

We don’t know that. We don’t know anything except that we are alive. Hold on to that, spider. If my senses are right, this is only the beginning.

Why do you think I picked you?" "Because I’m no trouble?" "Because you’re a dreamer and to me, your dreams taste like molten honey." Imagine how that would scald your mouth! "Not my mouth. It’s my favorite treat.

We each make our own decisions and we stand or fall by the truth of them.

I will bear Cloud through the portal,” Fury says as Soar ties the last knot on his armour. “Flay will carry you.” “Who?” Soar turns as the female nods. She’s carrying me? “Where are we going?” “Skyfall, Master Soar,” Fury stands. Cloud is small in his arms. “You shall be a guest of the Dragonkin.” “I hope our guest is delicious,” Flay comments as she looks Soar over. Is she flirting or does she plan on eating him? Maybe both.

I will devour you.

I will carry you kicking and screaming like a child then spank you. We can do this my way or yours.

I will do anything to save Laurana, he swore beneath his breath, clenching his fist. Anything! If it means sacrificing myself or— He stopped. Would he really give up Berem? Would he really trade the Everman to the Dark Queen, perhaps plunge the world into a darkness so vast it would never see light again? No, Tanis told himself firmly. Laurana would die before she would be part of such a bargain.

I will lay my hand upon the flow of time, if need be, that you shall have however much of it you seek.

I will never hurt you.

I will never understand why you Humans weren’t designed to recycle your body’s water after filtering waste. It’s just so much more efficient.

I WILL REJECT DEATH IF I KNOW HAND COME" but ..................... We would not be able to resist the will of god. Whenever, wherever you are. may god is ready to take your life. and honestly death is only the secrets of god almighty one.

I will put my hook in thy nose and my bridle in thy lips, and I will turn thee back by the way which thou camest. ‘Destroyer’ thou hast embraced, and Abaddon shalt thou be. From the furnace of the Kiln wast thou taken and to the furnace of Hell shalt thou return.

I will not sentence myself to such a living death.

I will tell him that I've always thought he was a monster. And that I want to be his bride

I wish for all who look for Gold, Shall find one letter less, A world where trying always wins, And leaves the loser blessed.

I wish I could run into the world’s arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

I wondered if there were sheep here to feed them. Horses make a great substitute. I hoped he was joking. I’m not. He really did push jokes too far!

Listening from the shadows, the Mordant sought lies worthy of embellishments and truths needing to be quashed.

Listen to me. When a physicist starts talking about souls, we are officially off the map.

Little boys jump, but they do not know where. Into the mouth of the demon lair. Hold still and you will see, in his hand is the key. Fire and brimstone. Brimstone and fire. Your ally is clever. a thief and a liar. All is not lost. You can turn it around. But, for a moment...all will be well.....peaceful and sound." Alice.

Living in that castle was like being condemned to Hell before I’d even had the opportunity to sin.

Living was a sad and empty thing

Long are the lives of elves' he said. Short are the tempers of dwarfs,'Gotrek muttered, just loud enough to be heard.

Look At Only The Reality Because Reality Is Better Than Fantasy

Long ago he called us ants, Red ants burning in the light of a Silver sun. Destroyed by the greatness of others, losing the battle for our right to exist because we are not special. We did not evolve like them, with powers and strengths beyond our limited imaginations. We stayed the same, stagnant in our own bodies. The world changed around us and we stayed the same.

Long ago there was a little boy who lived in the wood with his father and his sister. One night, the three of them were out collecting firewood when they heard a low, delicate whimper. The father realised it was an injured animal and ordered the children to fetch water from the lake, whilst he followed the sound. Hours past but the father did not return. The children became fearful for their father’s safety and in their moment of fright, they disobeyed their father in order to find him. And find him they did. However, he was no longer the man he once was. Both his eyes were slit through their centre, oozing blood down the paleness of his face. His neck had been torn open. The entirety of his midsection was split but nothing, not one, single organ, seemed to be left within. Each limb still remained, however they had been dragged, with some exceptional force, in the opposite direction to which they were designed. The children screamed and ran, though the image of their father’s mangled corpse seemed to chase after them. They slept. Within the whisper of the wind came the sweet tune of a woman’s song. The little girl awoke to the feeling of happiness, security and motherly love that the song carried with it. She needed to find the woman it had come from. Leaving her brother, she took off into the wood to try and find the singer. The little boy quickly entered into a spit of panic when he found his sister missing. He didn’t know whether he should call out for her, look for her or wait. But waiting could mean the worst, he thought, and so he took off into the woods after her. He had searched everywhere, every dark corner and decrepit tree, before reaching the lake. The moon reflected off its black surface, which drew his attention to something bobbing within the ripples. It was a leg. When he caught sight of the foot, the boy fell to his knees. He recognised the shoe. It was his sister’s shoe; his sister’s leg. Soon enough, the other body parts came drifting to join the leg, forming a rough manifestation of what was once his sister’s living body. Firstly, there was a head facing down in the water, then arms seemingly blue under the moonlight, and lastly a torso coated in her favourite dress. He felt sick, lost, terrified to his very core. Just as thoughts of never being whole again began to pain his chest, the boy heard the snapping of a twig behind him. He dared to turn around but all he found was a small, black-furred wolf. The wolf approached him timidly, whining deep in its throat to say to the boy that he too was lonely and afraid. The boy put out his hand for the wolf to join him and they sat together. Perhaps he would be OK. Perhaps all that had happened had led to this; something new. He rustled the fur of his new friend, starting with its back then its ear before going under its snout. His hand touched something wet and sticky. He drew it from the wolf to get a better look, only to find a crimson substance now clinging to his small hands. Blood. The wolf turned on the boy as its eyes became a pale blue before thwack! He tore the boy’s face from his head…

Look, I went to a lot of trouble to come here and try to help you. I’m in more trouble than I can guess, but if you don’t want my help… maybe I should have just stayed home.

Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible.

Los buenos terminan triunfando. ¿O quizá los triunfadores terminan siendo los buenos?

Los humanos juraban cumplir su palabra poniendo por testigos a los dioses, pero ¿ante quién podrían jurar los propios inmortales?

Los adultos siguen caminos. Los niños exploran. A los adultos les gustan recorrer siempre le mismo camino, cientos de veces, o miles; puede que nunca se les ocurra salirse de su ruta, arrastrarse bajo los rodoendros, encontrar huecos en las vallas. Yo era un niño, lo que significaba que conocía mil y una maneras de salir a la carretera sin pisar siquiera el sendero que llevaba hasta la puerta.

Long I have known and feared this day would come. Like the circle of Earth, the circle of life is changing. Here in the north, there are those who can still feel, see, and smell the changes wrought in and around Earth by Money Chiefs. The air is no longer clean, winter grows warmer, rivers flood without a sign, and the soil, once dark and rich, lies pale and weak. Bears, wolves, and other forest Spirits will soon go the way of the buffalo, for their food dwindles like birds that once ruled the skies.

Looking forward didn't mean he stopped feeling what had been behind.

Losing someone close to you is more haunting than a life of cursed solitude. ~The Moon Master

Lost race?” The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. “Why have I never heard of these ‘Rathiuel’?” “Because,” Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince’s skull, “you do not care to read.

Lo único que se lamenta es el haber sido inactivo, indeciso, vacilante. Aunque a veces la acción y la decisión producen pena y tristeza, una no se arrepiente de ellas nunca".

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

Love Darren? Of course not. Love is for fools not smart enough to see the path in front of them. That’s the difference between you and I, Ryiah. I see the truth and accept Darren for what he is. You just see what you want to see. It’s why I will wear the crown and bear his children while you are left wondering why you were never good enough.

Love doesn't have a calendar

Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his fellow residents managing to get themselves murdered. Now somebody has put a bullet in the brain of the occupant of 208, a yid who was calling himself Emanuel Lasker.

Love her enough to let her live.

Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint

Love is always perfect in a fantasy.