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In my anger, I slew you twice. I saw you only as the dragon, and I forgot what you were meant to be. Can you forgive me?" --Etanun

In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. "I'm sorry." 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you.

I no longer hated the whining, menacing dragonfly we rode in, but admired its grace as we surged towards the clouds, the lights of Edinburgh twinkling below us like the starry constellations of a world upside down.

Not everyone is willing to break the rules and customs like I am. But I say that customs are made to serve us, we are not made to serve customs. But if everyone thought that way there would be lawlessness. I’d flame anyone else who disobeyed our customs. That’s only for me.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

In our darkest hours in when we must look up to our Highest Almighty God. He is calling for you to be your best self now. Nothing is holding you back. Go for it!

I now lived in an invisible place made of my own dwindling breath, and because no one else could see it, they could not yank me out of it.

In our lands, the prophesies say: ‘Offered then denied, Bride of Morning, Dark’s only hope of peace. A deal with death he strikes, And from his mouth springs truth To save the morning light.’

Now that I had run out of steam I realized I was in Ronan’s room, at night. He was standing there in a pair of boxers and nothing else. Gulp. Maybe I shouldn’t be too hasty to throw away this betrothal. Ew. Great, Grazi, why not just drool all over the boy in his underwear after you pretty much told him you wanted nothing to do with him? I’m such a freak. “Um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turned around and left as quickly as I had come in.

In reality, however, the poet has given concrete form to a very general psychological theme, namely, that there will always be more things in a closed, than in an open, box. To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.

In retrospect, I would have to recommend against epiphanies. They are difficult on an emotional level, and they also sometimes move you to foolish and inopportune acts, which was what happened in my case.

Inside, a deep-rooted force raged, buried in her psyche from eons before, percolating with a primordial awakening that had been long forgotten, until now.

Inside each of us are memories, fantasies and desires for home - a shelter waiting to be built, a place of peace to be revisited.

Inside the flower, within the very structure of its petals, my soul is an element of nature, at one with the blooming Meadow Pinx in the fields on the coast of Marnan.

Instead she looked very hard at the woman's chin. On it was a single white hair - visible even in the heavy dusk - that closely resembled a piece of thread hanging off a scrap of fabric. The woman forgot about Rusty for a moment. "I call her Hephzibah," she said with pride. "It's taken years for her to grow.

In that case, I had another question: what would former commoners be doing living next door to the head of the clan? And why would they be given the coat of arms in the first place?

Intet nytt över savannen.

In the beginning there was Logos...and God of course. And it was all extremely boring for Logos because he could never beat God at any game...

In the beginning there was only Darkness.

In the court of Madoka, people who preyed on and stole from the poor and helpless deserved to be buried from the neck down and left to die in the desert while the birds picked out their eyes.

In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after.

In the dim sunset Perceval looked the glade over and said, “Does your lady wife think so little of sending you out on deadly errands?” Sir Gareth unstrapped the blanket from behind his saddle. “It’s our fourth child. I’ve grown accustomed to it.” “Of course,” Perceval said with a grin, “even dragonfire might burn less hot than my lady aunt’s temper.” Sir Gareth cuffed Perceval across the ear. “For that piece of insolence, youngster, you take the first watch. And be glad you are so tender in years that I dare not risk my honour upon you in single combat to prove my Lynet as sweet-tempered as she should be.

In the middle of all the world's incessant noise, her message was music, and music was a thing that I'd mostly lived my life without. In the ten years since I'd last seen Miranda she'd come to somehow stand in for all the things I didn't have in life that were thought to make us human, all the absent music and touch and sympathy; in my mind she lived a separate life apart from her real one, and there she grew more pure and perfect with each passing day . . . In my mind Miranda had become a miracle.

In these times of Darkness, I keep dreaming of a better tomorrow, and praying my soul won't be corrupted." These are Gudrun's words and thoughts. She is living in a troubled world, where only the strong can be free. She is a Fantasy character you find on The Art of Isis Sousa & Guests!

In the space between wake and sleep, where the real world juxtaposes with the imagination, that's where I live.

In the void, there is no distinction of east and west." Gwen blinked slightly at that. "I know all of those words, and yet when strung together like that I have no idea what they mean.

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series)

In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.

In this he saw that Ogion had been right: the shadow could not draw on his power, so long as he was turned against it.

In this crowded field of publishing, originality is king.

In trials of ir'n and silver fain “The dead will rise and walk again “The blesséd few that touch the light “Will aid the war against the night. “But one by one they all will die “Without a cause to rule them by “As Darkness spreads across the land “He'll wield the oceans in his hand. “Five warriors will oppose his reign “And overthrow the Shadow Thane “They come from sides both dark and light “The realm the mortals call “twilight.” “A magus crowned with boughs of fire “Will rise like Phoenix from his pyre “A beast of shadows touched with sight “Will claim a Dark One as her knight “The next, a prophet doomed to fail “Will find her powers to avail “The final: one mere mortal man “Who bears the mark upon his hand “The circle closes round these few “Made sacred by the bonds they hew “But if one fails then so shall all “Bring death to those of Evenfall.

In time, all will be well - for all of us." "You sound as if you truly believe that it will." "Why shouldn't I? For Arman has given us the end of the story, has he not? Shamayim will be a wonderful home, even if this one remains dark.

In truth, I doubt I'd notice if a herd of giant Irish elk stomped through the entire chamber when I'm in the act of lovin' you, Lainna!

În vis se făcu întuneric până când Godrick se trezi într-o încăpere uriaşă construită numai din aceste suprafeţe îngheţate. Tavanul era atât de sus încât părea invizibil pentru el, iar el făcând mai mulţi paşi prin încăpere realiză că aceasta nu avea uşi şi că trecând dintr-o încăpere în alta, interminabile, ajunsese la concluzia că acesta trebuie să fie un castel uriaş de gheaţă. I se făcu dor de căldura unui şemineu, de îmbrăţişarea lui Mami şi de chipul tatălui său. Iar pe măsură ce mângâia oglinzile de gheaţă simţi căldura unui foc, apoi văzu şemineul plin de lemne şi flăcările roşii care jucau în toate direcţiile. Încălzindu-şi mâinile la foc se afla tatăl lui care privea fix şi îngândurat în oglinda lui de gheaţă. Poate că era chiar trist. Godrick atinse oglinda şi astfel parcă reuşise să atingă creştetul tatălui care tresări, dar cum nu-l vedea căzu iar pe gânduri. Lângă bătrân stătea Mami, cosând la o cămaşă veche, îngălbenită. Din privirea plecată îi cobora o lacrimă. Godrick atinse din nou oglinda şi atinse obrazul lui Mami ocolo unde aluneca lăcrima şi simţi udătura lăsată pe degetele lui. Inima lui Godrick se întristă că acesta era doar un vis şi depărtând braţele îmbrăţişă oglinda care conţinea imaginea aceia caldă de acasă.

People will underestimate you. That is one of your greatest strengths.

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.

Io sono Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève, e sono unica.

I predict a bad end for your race, humans,' Zoltan Chivay said grimly. 'Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want , poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it's easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people's mishaps. When there's hunger you don't want want to share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. The practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest.

I reached out my hands to them, suddenly: I put out my hand to Sergey on one side, and to Stepon on the other, and they put out their hands to me, and to each other, and we held tight, tight; we made a circle together, my brothers and me, around the food that we had been given, and there was no wolf in the room.

I read, write and create. I must lose myself in work, so that there is no space for the other/anything else.

I opened my eyes and watched the water stream past me. I let out some of my air and gazed at the cascade of silver bubbles dancing up to the surface.

I promise one day I'm going to go on an adventure like Peter and Wendy. And we're going to beat all the bad men and save the day.

I realized that I sat in an empty bar in filthy, wet clothes with a drippy nose, probably red-rimmed eyes, and the most I could say I’d accomplished was that I was now congested. Oh, and one of the handsomest, nicest men I’d ever met cradled my face in warm, caressing hands with soft, sympathy in his brown eyes.

I read fantasy to escape the real world, but other times I read fantasy to see the world from a different angle.

I quickly dropped my hands and changed the subject. "So those two who visited me the other night. Who were they?" I asked. He smiled, knowingly. "Ares and Aphrodite." Of course, I thought. In fact, I think I had already sort of figured that out. Although in my mind they were still Mr. Scowly Face and Miss Perfect Bitch. I found those the names I had given them much more appropriate

I really am a unicorn?' I asked again. 'You think Janis and I escaped from an asylum, don't you?' she teased. 'I hope you're not,' I said, horrified at the thought of being turned into a lunatic like them.

I refuse to live in a constant fighting match, Landon. It will not do!' 'And I’ve tried living without you, and it just won’t do!

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

Iron. Ice. A Love Doomed From the Start