Regweld is really a fine wizard,” he continued, patting the shoulder again. “And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced!

There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then somewhere in the fickle mists of creation came humanity, clawing and afraid, grasping and ambitious. Enveloped in a...

The flames of their passion illuminated the dimly lit room, filling it with a blazing fire which was either brilliantly beautiful or dangerously violent.

I like fantasy. I’ve always been the kind of kid who likes to dream about other things I could be and exotic situations I could be in.

I want to say to the literature teacher who remains wilfully, even boastfully ignorant of a major element of contemporary fiction: you are incompetent to teach or judge your subject. Readers and students who do...

Lyra marveled at the effect hope could have.

Who would you be but who you are?

Writing historical fiction has many common traits with writing sci-fi or fantasy books. The past is another country – a very different world – and historical readers want to see, smell and touch what it...

It has always been a mystery to me how Adam, Eve, and the serpent were taught the same language. Where did they get it? We know now, that it requires a great number of years...

How typical of a machine to think it knows better.

Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you’re too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)

Those intricate curves and patterns your people create are beyond human eyes and hands to make. Perhaps we wished to avoid a poor imitation that would only have been an ever-present reminder to us of...

A man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given...

It is through hearing stories about wicked stepmothers, lost children, good but misguided kings, wolves that suckle twin boys, youngest sons who receive no inheritance but must make their own way in the world, and...

The more imagination the reader has, being an untrained reader, the more he will do for himself. He will, at a mere hint from the author, flood wretched material with suggestion and never guess that...

Nice shack

I’m trying to find someone who doesn’t want to be found.””That can be as hard as looking for a shadow.

Once bitten twice shy? Sure, but… why not get a bigger dog and bite them back?

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

We also have noses that run and feet that smell.Sometimes the universe just doesn’t make sense.

Eternity ended ten years ago.

You do know that I am a Fae, correct?””Well, if the purple blood oozing from your friends there wasn’t a clue, I would say the wings and angry gleam in your eyes tipped the scale.

One misspoken word and the world will no longer know you. Mark Andrew Ramsay

I’m here by choice, I reminded myself. I’m here because I can’t bear to be not- here anymore. I’m here because I can’t tell right from wrong, light from dark. I’m here because I can’t...

But if what interests you are stories of the fantastic, I must warn you that this kind of story demands more art and judgment than is ordinarily imagined.

Darkness will always be…its own master…

The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse.

That’s half of your trouble,” muttered the crocodile. “You believe everything’s true.””That’s because everything is,” replied Mr. Bacchus.

If the president and the Vice President dies who becomes President” “Thats easy Arnold Swartzanager

I want a love as deep as the sea, A love that will forever carry me, Away….Where I can go far away from this land…to forget about the love I lost in the sand.

I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared…

A steampunk nationBaby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning ’causeOur art’s official and only partially artificialAnd our heart’s in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal butThere’s not where it settlesBecause it’s...

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only...

I am come,’ the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. ‘I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.’ Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a...

It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to...

Why should a man be scorned, if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers...

Ask not the elves for advice, because they will tell you both ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

It had become their creation, and they all would know it.

Teach them to love Earth and Spirits in the right ways so they will treat and care for Earth and Spirits in the right ways. No Spirit should live without love, food, or a home,...

There’s only so long you can live in a fantasy world before the reality comes along to sharply put you back in your place.

just in case” like many other petrified atheists.

…and said grace in Welsh. It was all rolling, thundering language.

Now she realized that she was not peering at a so-dark-blue-it-looked-black ocean, but rather she was looking straight through miles of incredibly clear water at something enormous and black in its nethermost depths. Maybe it...

Those of strong character and training are chosen by fate. They cannot help but rise to the forefront when their nations are troubled.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

Supernatural fiction contains its own generic borderland: a neutral territory, which Tzvetan Todorov calls ‘the fantastic,’ between ‘the marvelous’ and ‘the uncanny.’ According to Todorov, ‘The fantastic is that hesitation experienced by a person who...

With my grandma, every Sunday after church.

It was one of those decisions that shouldn’t have been so easy to get so wrong. Go on your own or take the half wasted waif. She was wearing denim hotpants with a pink vest...

Avevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.