There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.
fantasy-fiction
Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads, Its master's step is brisk; The Sword of Wisdom lightens loadsBut adds unto their risk.
Lady Selyse was as tall as her husband, thin of body and thin of face, with prominent ears, a sharp nose, and the faintest hint of a mustache on her upper lip. She plucked it daily and cursed it regularly, yet it never failed to return. Her eyes were pale, her mouth stern, her voice a whip. She cracked it now.
I can't wait to get my memory back. It sounds like I am a really cool person
If the other novice wizards on the row hadn't broken into Raeshaldis's rooms, pissed on her bed and written WHORE and THIEF on the walls, she probably would have been killed on the night of the full moon.
How could none of them comprehend the beauty of a human soul, shining in heaven for eternity? Where it would be whole again, as they all had been once in times past?
It was an alien place, as much inhuman as it was ungodly. There was no life in this place. It was a different world altogether. This world was dead.
I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.
romance-novels fantasy-fiction
It's all just a bit of fun..
Every so often i'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight i thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me.
Gray, the colour of forgetting.
That was the trouble with the supernatural, Vimbai thought--you didn't know what laws ruled it, and what was a coincidence and what was a sign and what was weird and what wasn't. It was like a whodunit, only the clues refused to be arranged into any sort of hierarchy or a straight narrative, and most of the time it wasn't even clear if they indeed were clues; a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces were blank.
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The Cat: When the wine drinks itself, when the skull speaks, when the clock strikes the right time, only then will you find the tunnel that leads to the Red Bull. There be a trick to it, of course.
He considered my question for a moment and then ducked his head to kiss me. He tugged me flush up against his chest, pulling me closer than i even though possible, and then his lips touched mine.
It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.
fantasy-fiction chick-lit
I already feel like the Girl Who Lived around here.
If Emrys was acting normally, like the typical self-gratifying narcissist he was, then it would have been easier to keep him in that special category of potential enemy.
In a game of chess, someone has to take the black pieces.
Goodbyes are sad, but they are temporary, because as hellos ends with goodbyes, so will goodbyes start with hellos.
Even though you distance yourself, you always look out for me, it makes me want to get into more trouble
romance fantasy-fiction
If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the flagon dry. Zarost
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