We knew each other’s histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that’s the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. Okay,
Victory doesn’t matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.
To fail and persevere is a harder test than any you will meet on the practice-field.
So I leave flowers; spring flowers, then summer flowers. I gather the red and orange and yellow trumpet flowers, for a trumpet is a thing that makes a loud noise like a shout, and I tie their vines to...
Pain and pleasure, yes, of course, but there are others, too. Cruelty, humiliation, dominance ... and compassion and kindness. It took all of these, to make truly exquisite music. That was the part so...
Non c'è roccia su cui l'anima mortale possa naufragare che non contenga qualche delicato viticcio di gentilezza umana che lotta per sopravvivere.
I have the impossible. I have seen great and terrible wonders, and I tell you, the world is a vaster and stranger place than ever I had reckoned.
I had grown to love the very city in all its decrepit grandeur. I had walked every inch of it by now. I knew it in the soles of my feet, in the sturdy muscles of my calves. Surely the finding mattered...
I could kill you in a dozen different ways without breaking a sweat. Do not think to dictate my comings and goings.
How do you want to die, Admiral? We are D'Angeline. At the hand of numbers, or dreams?
Hey, sister buzz-kill, she said languorously to Jen. What crawled up your ass and died?I don't know, Jen retorted. What died and crawled up ass?There were times I regretted being an only child. This...
Guild takes an almighty risk when it decides to unleash the bottled lightning of a riot. Easy to start, hard to control.
For good or for ill, some people seem to love more fiercely, want more powerfully, burn more brightly.
Custodire i segreti è l'unico potere che un bambino può sperare di esercitare nei confronti degli adulti.
Avevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.
As ever, his grief made my heart ache. Ambition is a dangerous thing, I murmured. One can harbor it unknowing, only to find it sparked into life when the opportunity presents itself.
All I could do was stare blankly at him.Look. He raised both hands, palms outward. Daisy, I'm sorry. I had no idea.You had no idea ?No idea she was coming. He sounded tired.My tail began lashing back...
We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in so doing, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.
We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
There are worse things in the world than heartbreak. Finding that out is a rite of passage.