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“Whatever you touch will touch you back. The simplest way that I can try to explain it is that when you spend time touching the core of the earth, soaking in the stars, communing with the moon, aligning with the elements, working with the gods and spirits—it changes a person.”

“Falaki maana yake ni kundi la nyota na sayari ikiwemo dunia. Falaki yetu inaitwa Njiamaziwa, ‘the Milky Way galaxy’, yenye mabilioni ya mifumo ya jua ukiwemo wa kwetu. Mungu alisimamisha jua katika falaki ya Njiamaziwa kwa ajili ya Yoshua, ili apate muda wa kutosha kuwashinda maadui zake – wanajeshi wa mataifa matano. Kila mtu alishangaa sana kipindi hicho. Kila mtu anashangaa sana kipindi hiki. Mungu akikubariki watu watasema wewe ni mchawi. Hawatajua nini kilitokea. Kwani kwa Mungu hakuna kinachoshindikana. Mungu aliweza kutenda miujiza kwa ajili ya Yoshua, na kwa ajili ya wana wa Israeli huko Gibeoni na huko Aiyaloni, anaweza kutenda miujiza kwa ajili yako popote pale ulipo. Mungu anachotaka kutoka kwako ni imani ya kweli juu yake, kwa mwili na kwa roho yako yote.”

“This swamp, Elara, it murmurs secrets. You must simply écouter- listen closely. The ley lines converge here, but that's not all. The legend…une belle histoire, a beautiful story, of Aradia, the Moon Goddess, and Kealen, the first of our kind, echoes within these very trees. They say they loved each other deeply, their spirits entwined like the roots beneath our feet." He paused, allowing the weight of the story to settle. "But a sorcerer, consumed by jealousy and steeped in black magick, cursed them. He tore Aradia from Kealen's arms, banishing her to the lonely orbit of the moon, her light forever out of reach. And Kealen...he was bound to the form of the wolf, forever yearning for his lost love. Declan”

“WEST SALEM ~ October 2011 A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha. Her muscles tensed. By the Goddess, could he see her? Please! No! She wanted to scream, to run, but the vision ensnared her into the horrific moment like a fly in a spider's web.”

“Ellis smiled at her concern and kissed her cheek once more. “I promise. I’ll come home if I need help.” He stepped back and gave them a bow, showing his respect. With their permission, he left the counsel room and headed straight to his room. He packed supplies for the journey. His mother had warned him that no magic worked inside of The Forbidden Woods or even in the outskirts of it. He would have to walk there on foot and hope that no one loyal to Walter caught up with him on his way.”

“He was angry with himself for having kissed her and enjoyed it, only to be disappointed by her in the end. He knew that love was never simple, but it was even less so for a vampire. He shook his head in disbelief as he walked away. He had really thought that she was the one for him and had genuinely believed that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her, but now, he knew better.”

“Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –”

“And then there was my magic. A wicked smile played across my lips as I thought about it. I couldn't do much yet, but I was rapidly learning the one thing I had taken to like a duck to water: spell circles. I'd gotten enough of a crash course with Max during the battle, and since my blood was practically made to charge spells, I was doing quite well with them. Our mountainside was filled with them now. It had taken me two solid months, but I'd finally encircled the area so that Ryker could freely transform and fly in his dragon shape without seeing him. Well, most anyone; I'm still learning after all. I found if I applied myself I could learn the runes on my own. No Book of Sisters needed, just like Max had said. And apply myself I did. I will never be helpless again. I spent a lot of days practicing while Ryker went hunting. I may not be able to conjure anything, or transform things or curse things. But I could put a set of rules in a spell circle, and with my blood as the active component, my circles were pretty near indestructible now.”

“Apollo leaned down and devoured my mouth. He took my lower lip in his teeth, the pressure threatening to puncture it with a fang. Revulsion at the idea overrode any of the sensations Apollo's bite may have had on me. There was too much adrenaline in my body and my head still swam with light, drifting swirls. But I didn't pull back. Not once. When Apollo was satisfied that I had put on a pleasant show for his taunting on Ryker, he let me go, but not before letting his fang nip the thin skin at my lip, leaving a bead of red blood to fill my mouth with the metallic taste of my own downfall. The blood that had caused so many vampires to hunt me down.”

“»Però realment voleu renunciar a qui sou? Sé que aquesta herència té els seus punts febles, però també en te molts de positius. Aprecieu detalls que passen inadvertits per altres, podeu ser capaces de sentir sensacions úniques vívidament, alterar a voluntat el vostre entorn, i se us retorna el poder que la societat li ha pres a les dones. »I si bé us han fet creure tota la vida que és un do de pocs, penseu que hi ha qui diu que tots tenim aquestes habilitats, només que uns tenen més facilitat que altres per aprendre-les. És com tirar amb arc, o brandar una espasa. Per més que hagin dit tota la vida que una dona no pot fer-ho, no és veritat que no la pugui subjectar amb les mans, ni fer-la anar en combat si pràctica. Així que encara amb més motiu, deixareu escapar aquesta facilitat que us dona avantatge en la vida? Ja us han pres prou poder, deixareu escapar el que ara se us dona?”

“You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence. "No." "Don't you know the answer?" "Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl." "But you know the answer." Daemon growled.”

“Low down and near the horizon hung a great, red sun, far bigger than our sun. Digory felt at once that it was also older than ours: a sun near the end of its life, weary of looking down upon that world. To the left of the sun, and higher up, there was a single star, big and bright. Those were the only two things to be seen in the dark sky; they made a dismal group. And on the earth, in every direction, as far as the eye could reach, there spread a vast city in which there was no living thing to be seen. And all the temples, towers, palaces, pyramids, and bridges cast long, disastrous-looking shadows in the light of that withered sun. Once a great river had flowed through the city, but the water had long since vanished, and it was now only a wide ditch of grey dust. "Look well on that which no eyes will ever see again," said the Queen. "Such was Charn, that great city, the city of the King of Kings, the wonder of the world, perhaps of all worlds. Does your uncle rule any city as great as this, boy?" "No," said Digory. He was going to explain that Uncle Andrew didn't rule any cities, but the Queen went on: "It is silent now. But I have stood here when the whole air was full of the noises of Charn; the trampling of feet, the creaking of wheels, the cracking of the whips and the groaning of slaves, the thunder of chariots, and the sacrificial drums beating in the temples. I have stood here (but that was near the end) when the roar of battle went up from every street and the river of Charn ran red." She paused and added, "All in one moment one woman blotted it out forever." "Who?" said Digory in a faint voice; but he had already guessed the answer. "I," said the Queen. "I, Jadis, the last Queen, but the Queen of the World.”

“Wolves prey on the weak. "Take off the hood." "I know what you are," the voice creaked. "Scabs." Rezag's lip curled. It was meant to imply unpleasant old wounds, leftovers from wars, which is what many groups like his were. He liked the term considerably less than 'Wolves.' So did the others. Hands crept to weapons and lips pulled back from teeth. While hackles raised, the old woman retrieved her empty pot, seemingly oblivious to the murder in the air.”