You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.
In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.
We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
Determination could easily become obsession.
It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn't something I had considered, but it did not surprise me. A mortal man's strength had its limits. He spe...
So there was love, once. More than love. And now there is more than hate. Mortals have no words for what we gods feel. Gods have no words for such things. But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is a...
But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?
Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.
...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.
Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.
But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.
He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed m...
This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not true: take away darkness and there is only more darkness. Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot...
You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.
We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.
If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.
Inevitable is not the same as immediate, Sieh--and love does not mandate forgiveness.
