First of all, you’re dead. Secondly, I cut off your head. Thirdly… yes, I know that rhymed, you really don’t have to tell me.

This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after all, and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic and worse. Writing it...

Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild boar could be seen, trotting with steady stride along the edge...

Dreamworlds can maintain themselves only as glimpses. Once the writer transports the reader across the threshold, nothing that was promised can be delivered. What was ominous becomes ordinary; what was bizarre, quotidian. Unless you simply...

It is necessary to distinguish between history and fantasy wherever possible. And then use them against each other.

People won’t change until the pain of not changing is greater than the pain changing brings.

You used to scream so well when you were scared, back when I lived under your bed.

You’re starting to look like you did before, and that’s not good because what you looked like was complete shit, so get up and go to bed so I can stop acting like your mother....

I don’t ever dream about you and meI don’t ever make up stuff about usThat would be considered insanityI don’t ever drive by your houseTo see if you’re inI don’t even have an opinionOn that...

Fantasy is totally wide open; all you really have to do is follow the rules you’ve set. But if you’re writing about science, you have to first learn what you’re writing about.

To have reservations is to show true leadership. To have certainty without question, to lead people to battle with no qualms, or to prosecute without hesitation are qualities of a tyrant.

I’m not above using unsavory beings to kick the Gods’ asses, but the Phantoms are too unpredictable for my taste,” I said.

Wisdom’s Pearl doth often dwellClosed in Fancy’s rainbow shell

It wasn’t that I wanted to know her now. I wanted to have already known her. I wanted her fears and her desires to have shaped my life. I know this is not love, of...

Humans have reason to hate us dragons. If one dragon turns against humankind, he is a great and terrible foe.

Do not sing me back to shore! Not until you are standing on two feet!

It looks as though your shop is doing well,” Luka said gazing around, “Could you help me find a gift for a lady friend of mine?”My heart plunged to my grenn satin slippers, and I...

Most high and happy princess, we must tell you a tale of the Man in the Moon, which if it seem ridiculous for the method, or superfluous for the matter, or for the means incredible,...

Like seduction, the Priestess took poisoning to an art form.

It had been the most difficult part of coming to terms with what she was; knowing that she had to give up a potentially blissful and wildly happy relationship with Caleb. But it was her...

It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that,...

Leaves lift trees.

Despite their exhaustion and worries, Miner and Ennek made love that night, tracing fingers and tongues over one another’s marks and scars. Their bodies were like books, Ennek thought, and their stories could be read...

Expand your world. (Stories about wizards and spells) are very frequently about power relationships…

And it’s a shame, really it is, because, according to you, I was the one true friend you had.

You’re so unfair, Michiru…To leave into your own world…Don’t leave me alone…-Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus

Kamu tahu, ketika kamu mengatakan akan menyerah, sesungguhnya hal-hal hebat sedang mulai bekerja

It just doesn’t seem right to spend your entire life drinking, when you could be exploring the world.””Or,” Zhy said as he hefted a mug to his lips, “it doesn’t seem right to be risking...

Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if...

Almost all heroism is designed to make you inert by placing it in a context that you can’t possibly act on.

The genre of fantasy is about magic and occult characters.

At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries....

Not a day went by that he didn’t think of that moment of impact, and when he watched, helplessly, as his son died in his arms. For all intents and purposes, he died too. Jeb...

Fantasy, if it’s really convincing, can’t become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time.

That’s where the deceased chose to reside and that is where he will be placed.” Kekaju and the Hidden Swamp

And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang’s sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case’s sensory input warped with their velocity. His mouth filled with an aching taste of blue. His...

All real fantasy is serious. Only faked fantasy is not serious. That is why it is so wrong to impose faked fantasy on children….

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their...

I do like fantasy films.

He had been trying to measure the distance between the earth and God.

He let her do it, then looked around for his fingers. There they were, curled like a bloody quotation mark on the lead. He laughed.

This is for everyone who has ever looked at the stars, or gazed from atop a hill, or across the sea and wondered…

When you fake emotion for a living, when you make your money providing fantasies for other people, tuning into their worlds and indulging them, you don’t invite someone into your world very easily.

Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn’t get to live it very often.

Arrogance and Conceit are the mother and father of a closed mind.Charles Jennings, “Journey of the Chosen”.

The flames of the fire leapt up and surrounded her, consuming her, becoming her. Heat filled and flushed her, breaking the bottle and she soared up and up. She came to stand in a sun’s...

I’d run. But maybe you can’t run. Think of that, too.’ His yellow eyes seemed to look inward, and he sounded tired. ‘Sometimes you can’t run.

There were only three times in your life when it was proper to come through the front door, and you were carried every time.

He felt that he had always been there, among the apple trees, watching for the woman in the tower to come to her window. Seasons may have passed, years may have grown green on the...

It’s easy to remember, because dating rhymes with mating, and they’re almost the same […] So your mom thinks we’re ma– Uh, dating?