Everyone was mad already, my lady, Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.
Cuando te cae en la cabeza, entonces te das cuenta de que es una piedra.Binabik
Code Delphi. Hmmm. My choice of a code phrase to mark out these entries begins to seem . . . rather Delphic. In any case
COME AWAY, dreamer, come away. Soon you will witness things that only sleepers and sorcerers can see. Climb onto the wind and let it bear you—yes, it is a swift and frightening steed, but there are le...
But our own selves are like pearls, created by layer after layer of present laid over past until the original thing is completely hidden.
Briony’s ladies-in-waiting kept their distance, as though their mistress had some illness which might spread—and indeed she did, Briony thought, because unhappiness was ambitious.
Books are a form of magic— the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, —because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm.
Besides, there was always hope, wasn’t there?
All people know the Greater Hunger...It is the hunger for warmth, for family, for connection to the stars and the earth and other living things...For love? Renie asked.Yes, I suppose that could be tru...
Sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.
You were not required to study the Grail process, Ms. Dedoblanco, but I would have thought it worth your while. Wells frowned.
You show her respect. That is a good thing, he said. Too often it is that men think those who serve are doing it from inferiorness or weakness.
To fight a war, you must believe it can accomplish something. We fight this one to save John’s kingdom, or perhaps even to save all of mankind... but isn’t that what we always think? That all wars are...
Theo knew enough about women and their clothes to recognize she was trying to strike an appropriate balance between... what? Between liking him and hating him? Between wanting to look good and not wan...
Something gurgled in his throat. It took a moment before he realized it was a scream bottled in his innards, a blast of misery trying to force its way out.
Since your father has escaped my justice, it is you who must hear my words. Words. You keep saying... Because that was the gift your father gave to me. And the curse that ruined me as well, changed my...
Order. I must find some order. If the universe has none, or at least none we can discern, well, then it is our job to give it some. I have always believed that.
Listen. We have always had Sacrifices and they have always done their duty without question. But in the days and years ahead, we need something different. We need Builders
I pray that I lose my voice before my tongue ever shames me.
I guess you don’t want to leave copies of Genocide Illustrated out for the UPS guy to see.)