Good gods, female,” Addolgar muttered. “What did you do with yourself before I came into your life?” “I lived quietly alone in my cave,” she snapped back. “And I was quite happy there, too.
Of course you don’t trust Braith. You don’t trust anybody,” Ghleanna reminded their brother. “You don’t trust the air.” “Because it tends to become unseasonably chilly when I’d prefer it to be warm. It’s as if it does it on purpose.
Clothing and features fade with time. I am happy with who I am today, and I am happy with who I will be tomorrow.
...his eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead planets escaping from Hell.
Do not exalt any path above god. There are many paths that lead to god. So people are capable of finding and following the ways that suit them, provided they do not stand still.
I am in Waterstones looking at all the chick lit rubbish on the shelves. In a fit of pique, I turn them round so they are facing the wrong way.
The least successful athletes, those who have never won any victories, suddenly call themselves trainers.
...he seemed to grasp a deep understanding of the unfolding drama in which he had been caught. He seemed to understand something that few of even the wisest men of his day understood...God wanted a broken vessel.
I remember him reading 'Sleeping Beauty,' and he would play the score by Tchaikovsky as he read it. We'd also read 'Winnie the Pooh,' and, you know, those probably that he most often read me were 'Beatrix Potter' books, 'The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duc...
There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.
Yes, Rose. Love is a wonderful feeling!
When two hearts believe, love makes things possible.
Subconsciously, every one believes in angels, fairies, magic and a happy ever after.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!
When I was a child, I wanted to be... a fairy. I still do, really, except that now I've now graduated to wanting to be a pixie.
Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.
My deceased grandmother on my mom's side was a real fairy godmother, who lived to be 102 and who I always feel is looking after me.
Paul Smecker: Just pour the drink, you fairy fuck.
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said "You must not weep" If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says "You must not laugh" When once I wished to drink some gin It said "You must not quaff". W...
There are three types of student: The golden student pays and loans, the silver student pays but does not learn, the bronze student learns but does not pay.
I once heard a tale of a man who split himself in two. The one part never changed at all; the other grew and grew. The changeless part was always true, The growing part was always new, And I wondered, when the tale was through, Which part was me, and...
