“But why?" Vimbai whispered, overwhelmed with the weight of accumulated disbelief. "What is happening to us?" "Who knows?" Maya shrugged. "Who cares? Enjoy it while you can, why don't you? There will be tons of boring shit in your life, okay? I promise.” Fantasy FictionWeirdness Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“That was the trouble with the supernatural, Vimbai thought--you didn't know what laws ruled it, and what was a coincidence and what was a sign and what was weird and what wasn't. It was like a whodunit, only the clues refused to be arranged into any sort of hierarchy or a straight narrative, and most of the time it wasn't even clear if they indeed were clues; a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces were blank.” Fantasy FictionWeirdness Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try.” FeelsTryingSoulMomentsWishDecisionRegretStonesPrisonFleshNakedFearfulTrappedNo PointSkullsRottingCrumblingIrreversible Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“You know how they say the grass is always greener on the other side? It is greener, because you're not there. And if you go you'll trample it and leave dirty footprints and probably spill something poisonous.” IfsKnowsSidesKnow HowDirtyGrassSpillsFootprintPoisonousGreenerGrass Is Always GreenerGreener On The Other Side Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try.” TryingMomentsDecisionRegretNo PointRottingCrumblingIrreversible Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“The spirits, he said, the souls. They are not angry at the living, they just want to help. Helping others is the only way we can prove we still matter.” WayWantSaidStillsSoulMatterHelpingSpiritProveAngryHelping Others Author:Ekaterina Sedia
“The bird Gamayun was related to Alkonost and Sirin in some vague fashion-even the most casual observer would've noticed that all three of them were not entirely birds; they had the faces and breasts of women, severe but beautiful. And when their lips opened, they sand in women's voices, deep and rich and bittersweet.” BeautifulFacesThreeVoiceRichFashionBirdLipsRelatedSandBreastsVagueSevereObserversCasualBittersweet Author:Ekaterina Sedia
