You seem to know a lot about it, she said. And you do subtleties.Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide.Well, there's no need to be rude, protested Sif.
I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last...
We came on the wind of the carnival. Eight and a half long years ago, on a wind that seemed to promise so much; a mad wind, full of confetti and scented with smoke and pancakes cooked by the side of t...
There's good news and slightly less good news.
Was it my fault that I got out of hand?--Loki
Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries-- escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky -- usually end up back on the ground, plucked ra...
I know you, said Maddy. You’re -What’s a name? Loki grinned. Wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another. One-Eye knows; you should ask him.But Loki died, she said, shaki...
And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of trusting each other for a change. And so we h...
Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we, we clasp them until the blood flows.
I happen to know that history is nothing but a spin and metaphor, which is what all yarns are made up of, when you strip them down to the underlay. And what makes a hit or a myth, of course, is how th...
As she grew older, Maddy discovered that she had disappointed almost everyone. An awkward girl with a sullen mouth, a curtain of hair, and a tendency to slouch, she had neither Mae's sweet nature nor...
The dead know everything, but don't give a damn.
Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
Gods? Don't let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don't even have to have powers anymore. In my time I've seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller g...
I envy the table its scars, the scorch marks caused by the hot bread tins. I envy its calm sense of time, and I wish I could say: I did this five years ago. I made this mark, this ring caused by a wet...
A named thing is a tamed thing.
Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place
A thing named is a thing tamed.
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