“...The man who stood before her was taller and stranger than anyone she had ever encountered. His unkempt hair was a long dark brown, partially braided and twisted around twigs, the tips of his pointed ears poking between strands. His bare chest made her flush, but it was completely covered in green inked tattoos. Leather breeches creaked when he shifted. He held his hand out to her, uncurling fingers with long nails. "Aislin," he repeated, his voice gruff and purring, "do not be frightened. I have been waiting so long for you.”
Source: Love Lies Bleeding
“It's a pook, a messenger...spy is more like it," Kern explained sourly. "This one will tattle, and I'll never hear the end of it when I go back." An eyebrow lifted. "Consorting with a human.”
Source: Love Lies Bleeding
“She knew him as much as the knowing of her own heart’s secret: she was destined for the forest.”
Source: Love Lies Bleeding
“Imagine a perfect world”
Source: The Pearl and the Golden Plinth: Magic and Sorcery clash together in this epic tale of legends.
“Oh. Now you are not so afraid, then?"
Kitty opened her mouth, indignant. "I was not afraid before! I was... shocked. How many times do you see your orphanage roommate be able to turn someone into stone?"
"Every time I look in the mirror.”
Source: Down the Wormhole
“It's rather good to pretend to be normal with someone.”
Source: Down the Wormhole
“But you mark my words: I will be there when everything you love is destroyed. Everything you didn't even believe you would have.”
Source: Down the Wormhole
“These superhero and mythical stories have, in many cases, replaced Biblical stories as vehicles for communal myths, but they are hardly any better than ancient magical adventures tinged with mythical archetypes and the decidedly unnuanced black-and-white struggle between good and evil.”
Source: More Likely to Quote Star Wars than the Bible: Generation X and Our Frustrating Search for Rational Spirituality
“They rode through the quiet streets. The rain had stopped and an early morning mist fell around them under the streetlights. Victor remembered that his ancestors had believed this was a magical time when the gods walked the earth, Götterdämmerung, a time when men slept and divine creatures laid plans that ensnared or released them. He was not such a creature, no; he had to walk step by step on the hard earth beneath his feet and watch tragedies unfold, without shaping them. It was a disappointment to him.”
Source: Vector a Modern Love Story
“There is at least one truth to every myth.”
Source: Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem