And Jabim is the Lord of broken things, who sitteth behind the house to lament the things that are cast away. And there he sitteth lamenting the broken things until the worlds be ended, or...

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You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention. […] Never run. […] Walk slowly, and pretend to be thinking of something else. Sing a song, say a poem, do your tricks, but...

Reality and fantasy are not two separate spheres but one whole. They are like a world’s atmosphere―reality behaving as a low front, fantasy a high front. Each remains somewhat distinguishable and yet they swirl and...

The crowded city streets, the chaos of disorderly lives – nothing could keep her from wreaking love. She always wanted to let go, and I always wanted to own. She always had it coming, and...

I write–because I must write.

Lift your head to me…’ His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as...

Maybe the world didn’t need witches and wolves, because the world itself did more to steal away the magic than fantasy ever could. It didn’t matter if one was disobedient, foolish, or unlucky, because the...

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

I have two rules I follow religiously:#1. Don’t sweat the small stuff.#2. It’s all small stuff.

The Olympians were a reminder that there was always someone better than you, so you shouldn’t get a big head.

I’m going to tell you something once and then whether you die is strictly up to you,” Westley said, lying pleasantly on the bed. “What I’m going to tell you is this: drop your sword,...

Gold is cold, and men who possess much of it are infected with its chill.

We keep electing council members for appearance sake, it doesn’t mean anything, and it is just a show for the people, so that they may sleep well at night with their delusion of peace.

Dear DiaryWent out shopping today. Picked up half a dozen sheep, two pigs, and a princess. The sheep are rather depressingly thin, the pigs and princess only slightly less so. Dear DiaryWent out shopping today....

A novel is a bridge from one heart to another. – Anon

Border crossing’ is a recurrent theme in all aspects of my work — editing, writing, and painting. I’m interested in the various ways artists not only cross borders but also subvert them. In mythology, the...

A song she heardOf cold that gathersLike winter’s tongueAmong the shadowsIt rose like blacknessIn the skyThat on volcano’sVomit riseA Stone of ruinFrom burn to chillLike black moonriseHer voice fell still…

The fantastic cannot exist independently of that ‘real’ world which it seems to find frustratingly finite.

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks….

If you go looking for love you won’t find it because love is never lost; only we are lost.

All stories have a curious and even dangerous power. They are manifestations of truth — yours and mine. And truth is all at once the most wonderful yet terrifying thing in the world, which makes...

Anyone who claimed that old age had brought them patience was either lying or senile.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

On my seventh birthday, my father swore, for the first of many times, that I would die facedown in a cesspool. On that same occasion, my mother, with all the accompanying mystery and elevated language...

We fight monsters and unholy creatures for a living here. Grotesque, evil, violent, dangerous; they’re certainly all these things. And yet, we somehow manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning....

Mean people are meaningless.

Big writers become a kind of shared climate.

The only way to get the ending you want is to write your own story.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine’s daughter, to be the catalist of it all.

Hammer does not think he will make it through this next winter. His breath comes short in his chest, and it takes much effort for him to get up and dressed. My body is still...

It’s funny how those we care about can create the same reaction that we get when we are facing down a monster ready to kill us.

Poor Uther. He believed that virtues are handed down through a man’s loins! What nonsense! A child is like a calf; if the thing is born crippled you knock it smartly on the skull and...

With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted...

Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. – Durzo Blint

When the mind is free, magic happens.

This was a Darkness born of fire.

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

I hope our guest is delicious,” Flay comments as she looks Soar over. Is she flirting or does she plan on eating him?Maybe both.

She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated...

What further helps to reveal reality is when our personal thinking ceases to take reality for granted.

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your...

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

Blood answers blood, especially that given for the sake of others.

The world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, and I smell it in the air.

Elves are wondrous fair to look upon.

There is no right or wrong, only what we believe is more right or more wrong

May your footsteps leave only friends behind.

It moves silently, only a mere trickle to entertain itself as it causes a massive gash in the world. This, Zack, is true power.