Sticks and stones may break my bones’, as they say in the Middle Worlds, but with the right words you can build a world and make yourself the king of it.
Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his floc...
From this I think we can all conclude that the cow was the primary instigator of everything that followed - war, Tribulation, the End of the Worlds. Lesson One: never trust a rumiant.
From a certain height, everyone looks the same - men, women, villains, kings - as if rank and fortune were simply an accident of perspective.
The day stretched out in front of him like an empty road in the desert.
Sometimes walking away is best. I should know. It's my specialty.
Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.
Protected from the sun by the half-blind that shields them, they gleam darkly, like sunken treasure, Aladdin’s cave of sweet clichés.
Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By...
Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you
Not that a promise means much to a demon - or a god.
But if you could travel back through Time, and find yourself as you used to be, wouldn't you try, just once at least, to give her some kind of warning? Wouldn't you want to make things right?
A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.
A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.
A demon, if you prefer the term; although to be honest, the difference between god and a demon is really only a matter of perspective.
Wisdom isn't everything. Survival requires an element of trickery, Chaos, subterfuge. All qualities I possess (if I may say so) in abundance.
We’re gods, not saints. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats. Everyone scores off everyone else.
We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.
Vendo sogni, piccoli comfort, tentazioni dolci e innocue.
To be a mother is to live in fear. Fear of death, of sickness, of loss, of accidents, of strangers, of the Black Man, or simply those small everyday things that somehow manage to hurt us most: the loo...