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“Making God a man is the consolation prize that our forefathers gave themselves for not being the ones who were each blessed with a vagina.”

“Life curses some poor people with the love of luxury, while it blesses some with the very same thing.”

“In my recollection, there have been many places and people I have been both blessed and cursed to know. Much joy and heartache can come from immortality, for loneliness can be lethal. I have unfortunately witnessed many I cared for, both mortal and not, perish. I have never been able to own anything that was truly mine. Once, I possessed everything, but many moons have come since that time. -- Sacha Borishauski”

“God’s laws are indisputable and irreproachable, they simply are the way of things. Those who obey God’s law will be blessed, while those who deny it will be cursed. If we build our lives on it, we will experience stability, health, and goodness. If we go against the law, we will struggle, we will feel empty, unstable, insecure, and void of meaning.”

“It’s clear now, that swanhood didn’t serve her. It only served those around her. Dean Farrell, who took her innocence; the woman called Mei, who sold Lindsey’s beauty and kept the profits. That she, too, was a woman somehow made it worse. All things considered, I am lucky not to be a swan. Objectively, the outcomes are better. Even knowing this, I would happily become one if the chance presented itself.”

“All that time she bad allowed herself to be wrapped up in fear - fear of being alone, fear of never finding Anna, fear of destroying the kingdom with her powers, That fear had held her prisoner since she had learned she had magic inside her. It was just as Grand Pabbie had said: she needed to learn to control her magic. If only she embraced the beauty in her life and the magic she'd been gifted - gifted not cursed with-then she could move mountains. Or at least thaw out he countryside.”

“Fastest Storm by Stewart Stafford The fastest storm fell over us, A rapid drop down a lift shaft, The moon's spotlight blocked, Wrapped tight in venomousness. And under a wicked hand fallen, The venal and honourable in flux, A pantheon of money and might, Gloved hand night clawed larceny. The storm passed, fading into folklore, Only by swift valour blocking knavery, Clouds parted, cataracts cleared eyes, A renaissance spark became an inferno. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“Uh…I’ve seen you around here a couple of times,” he said again, staring at the book I held. “‘I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.’” I stared. “What?” His lopsided grin spread into a full one, and it felt like someone had socked me in the chest. “It’s a quote from Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray. It’s one of my favorite books.” Hot and smart. And apparently he was a real-life boy.”

“Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.”

“When you keep hitting walls of resistance in life, the universe is trying to tell you that you are going the wrong way. It's like driving a bumper car at an amusement park. Each time you slam into another car or the edge of the track, you are forced to change direction.”

“I’m an old man, now. I’ve been alone since my 17th birthday. I’d wanted to marry, have a bunch of kids, and maybe be a grandpa. The big family around the Thanksgiving table, laughing and pouring wine and cracking jokes and harmlessly teasing the missus—I wanted that. I wanted to do something good with my life—something right. I didn’t want what happened to Danny, my best childhood friend, to be the only mark I’d ever make in this world. But I thought it best not to fancy such hopes and dreams: a family, love. I’d been cursed by my best friend, and I thought it right not to inflict that curse on anyone who’d be foolish enough to love me.”

“I will be here. Each and every day it snows. I am yours.' 'I want to see the bluebells carpet the woods, bathe in sunlight and swim in the lake when it's warm and golden with summer, and dance through fields of wildflowers with you.' Her eyes darkened. 'But that will never happen. It is an impossible dream. And I shall not have you condemned to a life of waiting for snowfall.”

“In letter after letter, misfortunes great and small are blamed on the wood. "I don't know how much I buy that," Matt [Smith] said.."If you're the kinda person who would take something from a national park, maybe you just have poor judgement skills.”

“It dawns on me that this is probably the first time I've hugged my dad since he moved out, which just makes me hug harder, and suddenly there's so much I want to ask him - like: Wasn't there some way he and Mom could have worked it out and did he miss me before I came to live with him and does he still love me even though he hates Mom now? But I don't ask him any of that because if I did, then I'd definitely start crying and I may not be able to stop - ever. So I just keep hugging.”

“There would be no survivors come morning. There never were. The Hunt left no hearts beating. There was no escaping the Sidhe. Not even the Fomorians, the powerful demons from below the sea, had outrun the pale ones and were driven back into the bellies of their waves and waters. But the Milesians were not demons like the Fomori. When they had come to Éire, they had a goddess blessed right to claim, and claim it they would. With spilled blood, unthinkable bargains and curses that would stain generations to come, the Milesians stood their ground.”

“The Sidhe oathed themselves to the demands of the victors, but nothing was free. Even freedom came with a cost, a debt waiting to be collected. The fading echoes of horses and haunting sounds of horns signaled the end of one era and the beginning of a new age, with the path of sacrifice nearly forgotten by all but the fae.”

“The moment I stepped foot on the grounds of Legacy House, a chill ran down my spine, as if the air was saturated with the ghosts of those who were buried beneath my feet. It wasn’t just a feeling of this place being haunted. It was a certainty. Falias had been born into the belly of war, and if a person stayed still long enough, they’d be able to smell the bones of the fallen. Nothing covered up the stench of the fae or the death that trailed behind them like rotting puppy dogs.”