The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness

There goes the world’s wimpiest vampire.

there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done

Dua kebaikan yang berbeda tidak mungkin berada pada satu intesitas yang sama. Sesederhana itu.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong...

I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.

Do You Believe?

eriously, Drew. What kind of Vampire are you? You spend most of your eternal life pretending to be human – and miserably, I might add, while constantly being ashamed of what you really are. Okay,...

Fantasy stories work because the writer has interwoven bits and pieces of reality with imagination to form a personal vision.

Describir es explicar algo de forma detallada y ordenada. La descripción puede ser completa o incompleta, pero nunca puede ser contradictoria. Estas definiciones no son válidas cuando no hay orden preestablecido en el objeto observado....

When we get there, don’t go in huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

Animals do not respect their master’s brother, but they do respect their brothers as masters.

Si possono cancellare i ricordi, forse, ma ciò che abbiamo vissuto ritorna sempre a tormentarci, in una forma o nell’altra

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.

No.’ Dorren shifted onto his knees, leaning towards her. ‘This is just the beginning, you’ll see. You are his weakness and you will ruin everything.

Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.

We came upon a massacre at the Shrine of Prometheus. The humans were ripped to shreds. There was no one ieft alive to say what happened, said Eros.

And yet many of us do it without families,” Nynaeve said. “Without love, without passion beyond our own particular interests. So even while we try to guide the world, we separate ourselves from it.We risk...

I can’t stop thinking about dying the way humans do it. Imagine! If at any moment, you could just stop existing. How different everything would be..” They don’t stop existing Lenia said…They have souls that...

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

In a game of chess, someone has to take the black pieces.

Let’s just say that I am familiar with the techniques.

Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa…

I guess, my advice would be the following: stay calm and do not let the panic seize you.

There is no getting away from the past or from one’s destiny.

I know perfectly well he’s a god, too. But what I think is he’ll be much godlier after he’s dead.

I CLOSED MY EYES AND PRETENDED SHE WAS YOU. illutions- aprilynne pike

L’homme fut un assemblage d’un peu de boule et d’eau. Pourquoi une femme ne serait-elle pas faite de rosée, de vapeurs terrestres et de rayons de lumière, des débris d’un arc-en-ciel condensés?

Heralds don’t sing about men who lived in orthodoxy or played it safe, they sing about men who lived an uncertain future and took enough risks to make your head spin.

Gerisik angan dan deru lembut laju harapan.Waktu itu adalah menit-menit akhir menjelang malam di Bukit Angin. Daun-daun berwarna-warni dalam berbagai wujud melayang ke langit dan berkumpul mengelilingi puncak pusaran angin. Di sana, di balik awan,...

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

Winter Liar” by Liam Doyle the IncubusWhat come once here will never come again,no matter monument nor memory;all sunwarmed green succumbs to winter’s wind.And you, my love, were also my best friend,and had your life...

It was hard to describe what she had sensed, but it had been distinct and clear, like the shape of a leafless tree against the sky, or a crow flying across a ploughed field. She...

The horror of what I saw chilled me to the bone. Blood glistened on my friend’s lips. He knelt down and whispered something I could not hear. Star then stopped attacking, and to lay down...

GET IN” he says, getting in on the driver side. I get in with no questions. Okay. This is a bad movie waiting to happen-I’m getting in a car with a guy I just met...

Seriously, Grazi, what are you going to do with all those bras and panties? And youreally should consider a thong.”

Destiny is as it is. Nothing can change it. Accept it before it ruins you.

The festive music died down and the granite pillars were replaced with rotted wooden beams as he continued down the alleyways. The scent of fresh flowers turned to mold, and the colorful mosiacs of honor...

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right…….all the subjective illusions. All the eternal...

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

Seductive pull of the forest, an open canvas for trouble.

…how impossible itis to really make a choice, when the best choice of all is an option youcouldn’t even imagine.

When people dis fantasy—mainstream readers and SF readers alike—they are almost always talking about one sub-genre of fantastic literature. They are talking about Tolkien, and Tolkien’s innumerable heirs. Call it ‘epic’, or ‘high’, or ‘genre’...

Probably went swimming and got eaten by a pineapple.

Margrethe watched them paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions moving through her. So much pain and euphoria, a sense that even though her own heart was broken, the world could contain such beauty and...

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the...

All stories are ultimately about the fall.

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...

Colm was a good sleeper. But if there was one sound at night that should wake him, and any sensible man who loved his family, it was the barking of dogs. The noise was coming...