Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Patricia A. McKillip

Quote by Patricia A. McKillip

“He put a hand on the sea-dragon's shoulder; the sea-dragon started. 'You are touching me," he said wistfully. The king's face changed; he drew the sea-dragon into his arms. "Yes," he said gruffly. "I am holding you. Humans touch. If they are foolish enough or wise enough.”

Quote by Patricia A. McKillip

Book:The Changeling Sea
Create image

Work

The Changeling Sea

In 'The Changeling Sea,' readers are transported to a world where the ocean is a living entity, capable of altering the fate of those who dwell near it. The story follows a protagonist who discovers the sea's transformative abilities and must navigate the consequences of these changes. This novel explores themes of identity, change, and the delicate balance between humanity and the natural world. more

Author

Patricia A. McKillip
Patricia A. McKillip

Patricia A. McKillip is an American fantasy author known for her unique literary style and rich imagination. Her works often blend mythology, folklore, and fantasy elements, which have won her a dedicated following. more

You May Also Like

“Emilia stood on the edge of the old cemetery, her breath mingling with the mist. She had come here out of desperation, out of longing for something she couldn’t even name." Chapter 1”

MysteryLonelinessSeekingMysticismDesperationMagical RealismHope In The DarkGothic VibesOld CemeteriesUnfulfilled Longing
Book:Whispers of the Halloween Night: A Forbidden Love with Dark Secrets Beneath the Full Moon
Create image

“America" Loans Interest rates Endless advertisements Usury and deception Countless heavy bodies filled with fear Migrant, refugee, and illegal bodies that came escaping America’s oppression in their own countries… America Depression, anxiety, and pain relief pills A political, media, and institutional matrix of power ran by one lobby… Credit cards Bankruptcy Debts Drugs The homeless Racism Weapons Strict security measures Suffocating any attempt for any meaningful change under the pretext of the homeland security… America Sanctions imposed on this country and that, Internal psychological sanctions imposed on a majority of the naïve who believe themselves to be free… America Tasteless fruit, vegetables, meats, eggs, and cheeses, injected with hormones, sprayed with pesticides and many other carcinogenic substances… America Houses that look beautiful from the outside, inhabited by people who are mostly lonely, going through psychological or nervous breakdowns, or perhaps wrestling with depression or hysteria, the luckiest of them are on daily pills to help them adapt to the psychological and spiritual death surrounding them from all sides… America Fruitless trees and scentless flowers, as if as a punishment or a curse from heaven upon those who stole the land from its native people, after erasing most of them… America Bills Sad letters in the mail, mostly from companies and advertisers wishing you a delightful day and great consumption, encouraging you to solve your problems with more consumption, and reminding you that you may die abruptly of loneliness or the toxins that you consume, and therefore, you must seriously consider purchasing your casket and the plot under which you will be buried… [Original poem published in Arabic on August 27, 2024 at ahewar.org]”

LonelinessDepressionRacismIllusionAmerican DreamColonialismAlienationAmerican CultureRefugeesArabic Poetry
Author:Louis Yako
Create image

“oh why, at such moments does one's breathing become laboured? Why, by what magic, by what mysterious caprice does the pulse quicken, do tears gush forth from the dreamer's eyes, his pale, moist cheeks burn as his entire being fills with such irresistible delight? Why do whole sleepless nights pass by like a single instant in inexhaustible merriment and happiness, and when the dawn's rosy ray shines through the windows and the daybreak illumines the gloomy room with its dubious fantastic light, such as we have in Petersburg, why does our dreamer, exhausted and weary, throw himself on his bed and fall asleep, his tormented and overwhelmed spirit trembling with ecstasy, while his hear aches with a sweet agony?”

LifeLonelinessEnnui
Book:White Nights
Create image