Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It’s not a question of can or can’t. There are some things in life you just do.

The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Love has an extreme capacity to offer everything we need but not without extreme pain. Anyone who tastes the sweet fruit -joy of love, deserves to taste the bitter fruit -pain of separation. Nobody should...

Comforting lies are better than a hurting truth, is my policy, but it’s impossible to lie in front of you

People don’t care about being duped as long as they’re happy, which is the shortest form of happiness; hence ‘self-duprication’ becomes a habit.

I couldn’t say the real reason for my call when he asked me, ‘Anything else?’ It was hard for me to end the call. There was nothing I could say to him directly, but there...

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Love is an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.

Aye, you’re neither one thing nor yet quite t’other. Pity, but there ’tis.

As McMasters raised the shotgun, the man removed his glasses. There were fields of stars where his eyes should have been. But they weren’t reflections of the night sky. These stars were a glimpse of...

I think the perfect pen name is Quill McSeagull. Especially for writing flights of fancy—and nothing has more feathers than a love poem.

Allegedly, allegedly I say, the R.G.A. were extremely miffed of portrait painted of their monarch, King Tingaling XX, by Master. Portrait apparently, as it’s yet t’be unveiled, depicts King Tingaling XX in rather compromisin’ position...

Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct...

Death is my art form–when I fight, I’m a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing–strong and frenetic with some really...

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us...

Why do I feel like this is our destiny. There must be a reason why we have become our characters.

The strange thing about magic is how easily one can feel familiar with it. Much like a dream, its message can infill the senses of the soul and persuade the consciousness in a way that...

Until work has reached its previous stage nympharium privileges are denied to all.

Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.

I bow to no beast.

Violence always leads to pain” Trendal Malian- Ishtaria: Prince of Blades

Uh, Lunitaris idish, shirak, damen du!

The world of books is my fantasy.

Fall on your knees and we’ll let you live! A bit.

You answer to none but the whim of your own black heart.

RIDE A WHITE SWAN””Ride it on out like a bird in the skyway,Ride it on out like you were a bird,Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam,Ride it all out like you...

— Hemos enterrado a Cercamón en la punta del cabo, junto a la ermita. Allí donde la tierra se acaba. El juglar más viajero del gremio no podía descansar en otro lugar.Mattius nomrespondió.

Did you see him eat?

But these dresses? I don’t know what to do. They’re the wrong color, and they’re hideous!” She went into a hysterical fit of tears.

I am the constellation of my own.

I’m not myself,” she offered, guiltily. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish.He smiled. “You can never say that. You’re just a piece of yourself right...

Let Your Imagination Take Flight

Amé a mi mujer… le fui fiel hasta su muerte y le seré fiel hasta la mia.

Katie purred in pleasure as she licked the beating vein in Jared’s neck.

A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

Courage comes in the form of a girl.

He kissed her slowly, deeply, seized by a slew of contrasting emotions. It was wrong to kiss her, he registered faintly in the back of his mind, but it felt more right than anything else...

Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.

Father lied. The knowledge tasted bitter on her tongue. She folded the orb into a scarf she’d brought. It didn’t conceal its light, but it was better than carrying the orb through the halls exposed.