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Contentment is quite a different thing from pleasure.

Contar una cosa del pasado comporta también contar una historia del presente. Volver a contar una fantasía, un relato de cosas imaginarias, equivale a volver a contar un relato sobre lo existente.

Contemporary writers use animal-transformation themes to explore issues of gender, sexuality, race, culture, and the process of transformation...just as storytellers have done, all over the world, for many centuries past. One distinct change marks modern retellings, however, reflecting our changed relationship to animals and nature. In a society in which most of us will never encounter true danger in the woods, the big white bear who comes knocking at the door [in fairy tales] is not such a frightening prospective husband now; instead, he's exotic, almost appealing. Whereas once wilderness was threatening to civilization, now it's been tamed and cultivated; the dangers of the animal world have a nostalgic quality, removed as they are from our daily existence. This removal gives "the wild" a different kind of power; it's something we long for rather than fear. The shape-shifter, the were-creature, the stag-headed god from the heart of the woods--they come from a place we'd almost forgotten: the untracked forests of the past; the primeval forests of the mythic imagination; the forests of our childhood fantasies: untouched, unspoiled, limitless. Likewise, tales of Animal Brides and Bridegrooms are steeped in an ancient magic and yet powerfully relevant to our lives today. They remind us of the wild within us...and also within our lovers and spouses, the part of them we can never quite know. They represent the Others who live beside us--cat and mouse and coyote and owl--and the Others who live only in the dreams and nightmares of our imaginations. For thousands of years, their tales have emerged from the place where we draw the boundary lines between animals and human beings, the natural world and civilization, women and men, magic and illusion, fiction and the lives we live.

«Con te sono ancora il ragazzo di campagna che si è presentato sotto la Grande Quercia con la donna più bella di tutte le terre drenai.» «Non sono mai stata bella» ribatté Rowena «ma mi fa piacere sentirtelo affermare.» «Lo eri... e lo sei» garantì Druss.

Corvid looked up at her. "Oh, hello Doris." "Gertie, dear," she said. "They call me Gertie." "You used to be Doris," Corvid said as a matter of fact. "Who?" She seemed unsure of what she was being told. "Doris, daughter of Oceanus and Tethys?" Corvid carried on when he saw her blank expression. "You must remember Nereus? Your husband?" Nothing. "You gave birth to fifty sea nymphs. I guess sea nymphs come out slippy and hydrodynamic, but even so, fifty of them? That must stick in the memory as the day before you felt really sore for a month or so?" Doris thought about it for a moment. "It does ring a bell. Sorry, who are you?

Could be I've finally gone crazy, but men crazier than me have done greater things than I've ever dreamed, so we'll see where it takes me." ~ Tom Parker, Imagination Stone

Courage is a well,' Viendre said at Elayne's ear, 'deep in some, shallow in others. Deep or shallow, wells go dry eventually, even if they fill again later. You will face what you cannot face. Your spine will turn to jelly, and your vaunted courage will leave you weeping in the dust. The day will come.

Courage comes in the form of a girl.

Cowell Devlin sighed. Yes, he understood Anna Wetherell at long last, but it was not a happy understanding. Devlin had known many women of poor prospects and limited means, whose only transport out of the miserable cage of their unhappy circumstance was the flight of the fantastic. Such fantasies were invariably magical—angelic patronage, invitations into paradise—and Anna's story, touching though it was, showed the same strain of the impossible. Why, it was painfully clear! The most eligible bachelor of Anna's acquaintance possessed a love so deep and pure that all respective differences between them were rendered immaterial? He was not dead—he was only missing? He was sending her 'messages' that proved the depth of his love—and these were messages that only she could hear? It was a fantasy, Devlin thought. It was a fantasy of the girl's own devising. The boy could only be dead.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Crimson covered Her chest, Her throat spread wide like a mouth, and he clutched the wound. “She’s bleeding!

Criminal activity exploded throughout the city – thugs multiplied by the thousands. Without fear of rebuke, there was nothing to stop them. It is the ultimate penalty that comes with tolerating the intolerant.

Cruelty is easy to repay, my lord. Kindness is another matter.

Cuando yaces despierto con un deprimente dolor de cabeza y la ansiedad no deja lugar al reposo, entiendo que puedes usar el lenguaje que prefieras para soñar despierto.

Cuando se le agotaba el fuego, ingería de nuevo la lava que había vomitado o devoraba las armas de los enemigos caídos y las fundía en el crisol que tenía por estómago.

Curious about these new entities, the elementals asked why the gods were in the shape they were. "We are bipedal," Erebus said. "We wish to be distinguished from the animals." "What are animals?" an elemental asked. "We're not sure yet, but they will have more than two legs. Unless we give them less than two... or maybe not. Anyway, it's just a concept we're playing with at the moment.

Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

– D’accord, grommelle Radswin, c’est bien vu. Mais c’est suffisant pour convaincre tes ras que ça n’a rien à voir avec le dragon. Quelle idée de leur parler de mines? – Parce que ce sont des mines! s’enthousiasme Littyllytig. Dans la vieille tradition gnomique de Dun Heahcnawan, on transmet le souvenir de ces mines hydrauliques, mais je n’imaginais pas qu’elles aient pu exister dans le Kluferfell, ni qu’elles aient pu être si gigantesques! (nouvelle "Désolation")

Damsels were women unable to do anything more complicated than get themselves captured by overgrown lizards with virgin fetishes.

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

Damian, who do you admire?’ I said, ‘St Roch, sir.’ The others stopped talking. ‘Who does he play for?’ ‘No one, sir. He’s a saint.’ The others went back to football. ‘He caught the plague and hid in the woods so he wouldn’t infect anyone, and a dog came and fed him every day. Then he started to do miraculous cures and people came to see him – hundreds of people – in his hut in the woods. He was so worried about saying the wrong thing to someone that he didn’t say a word for the last ten years of his life.’ ‘ We could do with a few like him in this class. Thank you, Damian.’ ‘ He’s the patron saint of plague, cholera and skin complaints. While alive, he performed many wonders.’ ‘Well, you learn something new.’ He was looking for someone else now, but I was enjoying being excellent. Catherine of Alexandria (4th century) came to mind. ‘They wanted her to marry a king, but she said she was married to Christ. So, they tried to crush her on a big wooden wheel, but it shattered into a thousand splinters – huge sharp splinters – which flew into the crowd, killing and blinding many bystanders.’ ‘ That’s a bit harsh. Collateral damage, eh? Well, thank you, Damian.’ By now everyone had stopped debating players versus managers. They were all listening to me. ‘After that they chopped her head off. Which did kill her, but instead of blood, milk came spurting out of her neck. That was one of her wonders.’ ‘Thank you, Damian.’ ‘She’s the patron saint of nurses, fireworks, wheel-makers and the town of Dunstable (Bedfordshire). The Catherine wheel is named after her. She’s a virgin martyr. There are other great virgin martyrs. For instance, St Sexburga of Ely (670– 700).’ Everyone started laughing. Everyone always laughs at that name. They probably laughed at it in 670– 700 too. ‘Sexburga was Queen of Kent. She had four sisters, who all became saints. They were called—’ Before I could say Ethelburga and Withburga, Mr Quinn said, ‘Damian, I did say thank you.’ He actually said thank you three times. If that doesn’t make me excellent, I don’t know what does. I was also an artistic inspiration, as nearly all the boys painted pictures of the collateral damage at the execution of St Catherine. There were a lot of fatal flying splinters and milk spurting out of necks. Jake painted Wayne Rooney, but he was the only one.

Dans l’ombre, on devinait des fantômes horribles : le cul souillé d’une morte ; le rictus d’un vieux abandonné les pieds dans l’âtre ; le mutisme compissé d’un bambin dans un recoin. (nouvelle "L'elfe et les égorgeurs")

Darius stood and grunted as his thigh reminded him it had an arrow-shaped hole in it.

Dark shapes ran about, silhouetted against the glow of fire that lit the village behind.

Darkness will always be...its own master...

Darkness, no matter how powerful it may seem, can be driven back by the tiniest spark.

Dark perversions grow at the empty corners of the soul.

David, listen to me. We are the epitome of impossible. Shapeshifters! Brought to life by an arrogant spirit under the light of a blood moon.

Das Blau in seinem Blick multiplizierte und intensivierte sich, während er sich weiter zu mir vorlehnte. Irrtum, bemerkte ich: Ich zog ihn näher.

Dear, he do have a problem.

DEAR LIGHT : you colored my life, and then you destroy me!

Dear, ye do have a problem.

Death is but a dream and life is merely the daydream of death.

Death cannot be fooled or bought. Best be gone than left to rot.

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.

Death drives desire.

Death is a thief

death is predestined for all mortals. Souls live forever, but the body does not. Unless you are immortal, both the soul and body are tied together."~Taznikos Abyssos

Debilitating guilt crushed Gabriel every time he interacted with Morgan. The Ange'el's affection for the human was weakening his mandate to control her movements and influence her decisions. His task was, once again, to deceive and manipulate. He seemed destined to betray the confidence of those he held most dear.

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Death. Life. They are in the air, the water, the earth, and the fire that surround us. They co-mingle like a dance of weeping and rejoicing. The joy and pain become one. We are of a dualistic nature." ---Jennifer Mills

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.

Death is the only fantasy that becomes real for all humans.

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept—the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

DECAPITATION. I simply love the word. Head over heels.

Deep in thought. And not a pleasant one-you look like someone just curdled your whompus.

Demigoddesses do NOT take public transportation. I'd rather die first.

Demons exist,' he says simply, as if talking about the weather. 'They are real and they are dangerous. We hunt them when necessary and return them when we can.

Den du är, är motbjudande. Din personlighet, det du har gjort, din äckliga magi och dina lögner. Ditt utseende är ett falskt skal för att dölja ditt inre.” ”Stundtals är det allt som krävs.” ”För vadå?” ”Att locka solalver som du in i döden.

De los bosques salían ménades y sátiros furiosos que exterminaban aldeas enteras. Sólo mataban, sin saquear como hacían los humanos, puesto que aquellos seres de la espesura no ambicionaban posesiones materiales.